??Chapter 722: Chapter 712: I Like a Perfect Ending_2
Chapter 722: Chapter 712: I Like a Perfect Ending_2
“You were once a human hero, a Watchman willing to fight for humanity.” Every Watchman who reincarnates as an angel has a record of their identity. Following the previous agreent, an angel cos imdiately, returning his previously left weapons, equipnt, and personal belongings according to the record, as well as his life data.
This can make angels understand their origins, but it can’t restore their previous mories, because these are all unfamiliar to them. They are like reading soone else’s story, viewing everything about their past life.
“So, my past life was a human hero!” The Six Wings Angel who had just reviewed his past life profile showed surprise then calmness in his eyes. There was no more confusion, he understood his origin, “Since I am a hero, then I will keep my current na, still Angus.”
“Follow the oath you set in your previous life. Whenever an Undead Cataclysm occurs on the Obistro Subcontinent, you have to assist the humans there to resist the undead.” The angel who ca to deliver the past life items to the newly reborn Six Wings Angel reminded.
“I will keep my past life’s promise. Now, I should visit my Master.” The reborn angel now has a complete heritage mory. The thought of pledging loyalty to Mikaer was instilled in his mind. These thoughts exist only in his subconscious and subtly influence him.
“The reborn angel has no relationship with his previous life anymore. Not even legends are exceptions.” Seeing the posture of this legendary angel, the already old Asimioqi looked even more hunched. He has witnessed nurous scenes of angels awakening, but he still held a glimr of hope.
But his lover was a legend, and legends are different from other ranks, so he always held a glimr of hope in his heart, perhaps he could retain most of the mories of his past life. But reality slapped him in the face.
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Since the legendary Watchman began to awaken after his angel reincarnation, the legendary archbishop who had lived for over two thousand years stood by the Angel Reincarnation Pool all day, without going anywhere else. Even the letters from his church admonishing him were discarded, which stunned Muria.
“This is love!” Muria admired the old man’s persistence, and he already had so understanding of his past.
He and a female Watchman nad Pala were childhood sweethearts. They were tested for excellent cultivation talent when they were young and entered The Dawn Church together. They experienced and grew together. In their youth, they experienced everything beautiful, and after hundreds of years, they both stepped into legends, then ca the Undead Cataclysm.
All the beauty ended in the wake of the catastrophe. Pala fell in the catastrophe, but because of her firm belief, she chose to protect humans, fell into the undead, and beca a Watchman, while the old man held fast alone through the long years.
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“Who am I?” A female Eight Wings angel stood in the Angel Reincarnation Pool, her eyes filled with confusion. At this mont, her mind, in addition to the heritage mory of angels, also held so vague images, they were images of a girl and a handso young man together, “What are these?”
“You are Pala, once the defender of humanity, one of the many heroes of Obistro.” An angel holding so items left by the forr Watchman, now legendary angel Pala, ca to her side, with her life description in hand, so she could understand the reason for her existence, why she was born.
“My na is Pala,” Looking at the glorious deeds of the human hero nad Pala in her past life, the newborn female Eight Wings angel quickly identified with this identity, chose not to take a new na, and continued to use her previous na.
“Who are you?” After understanding the reason for her existence, the Eight Wings Angel Pala prepared to visit her master, but just as she stepped out of the Angel Reincarnation Pool, she saw a distance away, a man in a red robe looking at her, his body slightly trembling.
“It seems I have you in my mory,” the reborn angel tried hard to dig out the fragnts of mory in her mind, among them was this lancholy man in the red robe, this piece of mory mixed with very sad emotions.”
“I am…” The old man heard the angel’s question, trying to squeeze a smile onto his old face, “I was once your comrade in battle, so you have traces of
in your mory. I’m glad to see you have been reborn.”
“Oh!” Pala nodded, suppressing that inexplicable hint of sadness in her heart, then prepared to leave, but unexpectedly, her steps suddenly stopped, “I have a question to ask you.”
Pala opened the booklet in her hand, recording her life’s events, pointing it out to the elderly man, “There are many things recorded here that are unclear, but, I particularly want to know who this person is?”
The image was very clear and coloured, a girl who looked very similar to the current Eight Winged Angel, and next to the girl, there was a young man dressed in armor, tall and mighty, with a bright smile. His hand was resting on the girl’s shoulder next to him, giving a very cautious feeling.
“He is Asimio, he is no longer with us.” The old man looked at his thin hands, suppressing his emotions as he yearned to pour his heart, his voice beca low. The once tall and mighty Asimio had disappeared, now only an old man was left.
The two were so familiar with each other, neither willing to show their most dejected side in front of the people they liked.
“So, what’s his relationship with ?”
“Friend.”
“Just a friend?” Pala frowned slightly, feeling that it was more than that, but she didn’t continue questioning. It seed that there were no more topics she could discuss with the old man so she walked away, following the Angel who had brought her here.
“She has completely been reborn, how wonderful! Just like the young her.” Watching the young girl leave, the old man could no longer suppress his emotions and his eyes blurred with tears. In the midst of his silent crying, a slender figure appeared in his blurred vision.
The old man, realizing soone was approaching, quickly wiped away his tears and looked up to see who was standing opposite him, “Your Majesty, what brings you here?”
“I was curious, what would happen when you now et your lover who has been reborn and lost her mories?” Muria did not hide his curiosity. This was a real love story that had lasted a millennium, so he had specifically instructed his subordinates to keep an eye on the situation here. He had just witnessed that lodramatic scene.
“Your Majesty, you are in high spirits.” The old man responded dryly, realizing he had just been made a spectacle.
“Why don’t you admit your identity? Do you plan to end things like this?” Muria asked with a frown, he had been very upset by the scene he had just witnessed.
“This is already good enough,” the old man stroked his cheek, “To her right now, I am just an unnecessary burden. In my current condition, I have no right to stand by her side.”
“You really are so lodramatic.” Muria looked expressionless.
“I’ll be leaving first, Your Majesty. I might co by frequently in the future, I hope you won’t find my ramblings annoying.” Seeing the discontent on Muria’s face, the old man forced a stiff smile. He knew Muria wanted him to recognize his past life lover, but he did not have the courage to do so.
“Hey!” Seeing the old man turning to leave, Muria suddenly called out to stop him.
“Your Majesty, is there anything else?” The old man turned around slowly, but what he saw was a fist rapidly enlarging in his eyes.
“Bam!” The seemingly delicate fist solidly hit the old man’s face which was filled with wrinkles, instantly damaging his nose bridge. Blood splattered, and the old man was knocked to the ground by the heavy punch.
“Why did you…” The abrupt pain made the old man want to protest, but he was interrupted by Muria: “Your choice annoyed . I prefer a perfect happy ending the most. I hate tragedies.”
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