Chapter 5 5 Return of the Elf King

Isaiah thought he had long since vanished, an insignificant cloud in the universe. However, at this moment, his consciousness suddenly condensed together in nothingness, which made him feel unprecedented discomfort - he didn't know pain, because the pain mechanism had been removed at the beginning of his creation, but he felt very uncomfortable! Gradually, slowly, his consciousness took shape, and his senses and hearing slowly recovered. This experience seemed to remind him of the feeling of being slowly formed by the hands of the gods when he was created... Then, he saw a huge figure in front of him, that figure was soaked in water-colored light...the light was round, peaceful, powerful and full, as if it was endless and boundless, and you would believe that there was no factor in the world that could make This light disappears...

Could it be that he has really returned to the hands of God? This question only existed for a moment, because the figure in the light gradually revealed its shape and facial features—an existence that was beautiful and powerful like no other. That is Archangel Gabriel present. At this time, Isaiah felt that he was not as big as Gabriel's finger, and he also felt a force pouring into his body from Gabriel's palm, which gradually eased his discomfort. Then, he heard Gabriel's voice: "Isaiah...how are you in this quantum world?" This is not a sound that can be made by the flesh, but a combination of power and divine power. Therefore, it is not so much a sound as a set of signals.

"...I..." But Isaiah knew that the voice he made came from deep in his throat. "You were hurt so badly that you almost disappeared. I gathered you together bit by bit... What happened to you?" Gabriel's voice came in waves like waves, which made Isaiah feel unprecedentedly powerful and shocked, and also filled his heart with surprises.Gabriel said again in that unsound-like rhythm: "I'll send you to the Demon Realm! Maybe that world can heal you..." Isaiah lost consciousness again, at the mercy of that force, and at this time he also understood one thing——

The difference in abilities between him and Gabriel is too great! In this quantum world, all living things will take on the size of their original form, and the stronger the power, the bigger the shape, and vice versa.There was a mayfly-like life form beside him, fleeting for less than a hundredth of a second—he knew it was a human being. When he woke up, he knew he was in a comfortable place filled with the fragrance of flowers, and he also knew that he was lying on the soft grass. If he hadn't been dreaming, there might be a pair of red and swollen tearful eyes looking at him. "...Marcia?..." He called out the name of the crying-eyed person in front of him.

"He's awake!" "Wake up and you'll be fine!" The noise of the goblins who were watching the excitement gradually spread to Isaiah's ears, and only then did he see that there were all kinds of strange-looking elves squatting beside him, and Marcia was kneeling among them. "Okay! Don't cry!" a goblin stretched out a hand like a withered claw, and said to Marcia, "I said he would be fine, right? Angel!" "Yeah yeah!" "The medicine prepared by our goblin is the most useful!" "Yeah yeah!" Seeing that Isaiah woke up, many elves felt bored, because they liked to see the ever-changing expressions of Isaiah when he was in a coma, such as frowning, crooked mouth, gritted teeth, or squinting eyes... Now that there is no more to see, they slowly Dispersed, leaving behind a few goblins and weeping Marcia.

"...here is... where?" Isaiah wanted to sit up, but found himself tightly bound by rags and rags, and protested: "Well... who tied me up like this? I can't move..." "Isaiah! Don't move!" Marcia pushed him down again, making him almost faint. "When you were sent, your whole body was ripped apart, and you were almost dead. We wrapped you tightly with medicine...it seems to be useful!" said the goblin who was stirring the smelly medicine in the pot. "I think...it will be fine in a few days." "Isaiah! How did you get hurt like this?" Marcia asked, still crying, "What happened? Who did it? I'll go find him! How dare you hurt my Isaiah... "

Full of unwillingness and frustration, Isaiah didn't want to say it at first, and didn't even bother to mention it. After a while, he said: "...I met Satan Ye! He did it!" "Satan leaf? That fallen angel? Gabriel's twin angel? He's hiding in a sealed place?" Marcia asked in astonishment. "Ok!" Responding casually, Isaiah was immersed in memories. He thought of the gap between himself and the great angels such as Gabriel and Satan Ye, and couldn't help but sigh. Just as those two idiot guardian angels said, he, the colorful angel, is "not a very good level". He sighed again and again.

However, Isaiah didn't think for long. He was annoyed by Marcia who was constantly weeping, so he said: "Marcia, stop...crying! Am I alright?..." He was tired enough to hear the noise. "Ugh... Fortunately, you are fine..." Marcia wiped her tears with her snow-white and delicate arms, and said twitchingly: "Isaiah! If you die, I don't want to live anymore... I was the one who killed you, and I didn't expect that kick to hurt you so badly..." The first half of these words touched Isaiah, but the second half made him grit his teeth.Originally, he had forgotten about that incident—Marcia kicked him to an unknown place in order to protect the goblin.Now that Marcia brought it up herself, he couldn't help but make him very angry.He said:

"You better tighten up your skin!" "My skin has never loosened..." Marcia was still wiping tears, because he couldn't control the tears pouring from his eyes. Seeing the sad look on his twin angel, Isaiah sighed. That's all!Even if he is unlucky, it can be regarded as a lesson for his pride, teaching him not to be so arrogant in the future, thinking that he can cover the sky with one hand and run unimpeded, as if he is the strongest person in the world... He has received retribution. "Don't cry!" He felt unwell, but still comforted Marcia and said, "...I'm fine, I think... just take a rest."

"Well! Go to sleep! It's very comfortable to sleep here!" Marcia said. "For a while... I couldn't sleep either." Isaiah, not knowing that his next words would nearly kill him, said: "Tell me what happened after we parted!" "Oh?" Marcia thought for a while and read out: "It was an unprecedented dark memory that could destroy a heart as hard as a diamond, and it would follow me like a shadow until eternity." The smoothness of the process was like reciting poems. This opening remark made him very satisfied. He continued: "Since I said goodbye on that quiet garden passage, and you fell into that endless abyss, my heart has wandered on the border of despair, ethereal and indifferent, just like piercing through the dark, stable, dead, and gloomy sky. The light is like light, the ice and snow are clear and fragile, and full of sorrow and sorrow. The pain is as clear and sharp as a copper blade across a steel gong, like a swan's chirping across an ice wall, knocking out the ignorance and disillusionment of the galaxy .My movements are difficult, melancholy, confused and troubled, like the reef duckweed in the river that cannot move forward in the direction of the rhythm of the water; I have lost my direction. Through the boundless, boundless and empty and lonely Where am I going? Where is my eternally bright and hopeful star land? What I have done has actually stripped my mind far away, and guilt has gnawed away at my childlike innocence and innocence. Selfless heart, until my consciousness is full of ulcers and blood and tears. I am by no means a perverted, evil and unimaginable person, but at that moment, I am far from able to control the deep darkness, and I will make you disappear from my own eyes... I am sad, I sigh! Heartbroken with pain beyond measure, Die to the back—God! I just want to know where is my Isaiah?—”

"I'm just lying here convulsing like hell!" Isaiah continued in a hoarse voice, panting.His eyes almost popped out of their sockets in anger. Marcia, who had just performed a poetry recitation, could not close her mouth, which showed that the content he had prepared had not been fully presented from beginning to end.He was dumbfounded, as if he didn't understand why Isaiah said that. Isaiah went on to curse: "Get rid of those redundant, boring adjectives, because I have no idea what you're talking about!" Enduring the great physical discomfort, he took a deep breath and added another sentence: "If you don't want me to beat you up after I recover, and beat you so hard that you're looking for teeth—" Isaiah was so angry because he felt that Marcia must be messing with him on purpose!While he was tied up like a mummy at this time, pissed him off with these narratives that made him wish he could die right away! What copper-bladed steel gongs broke pots and bowls, swans screamed and Xinghe cracked, he would be so miserable, isn't it because this damn Marcia kicked him into a sealed place? If he hadn't been hurt so badly at this time, maybe he would have killed Marcia, or killed himself to end the pain because of Marcia's long recitation. "Oh?" Marcia was stunned for a moment, then adjusted the frequency back to normal, and said: "No! That's right - after I kicked you down, I went to the Demon Realm! I felt a little bit guilty... until the goblins told me that I found you in Lake Noritus...you didn't know what happened afterwards. understood!" "Why talk so much when you can finish it in just two sentences? You clearly want to piss me off!" Isaiah said angrily. "Why do you have the heart to accuse me like this?" Marcia pouted, "You're so angry when you're already so uncomfortable!" He took the opportunity to bully the stiff Isaiah, poked Isaiah's frown with his beautiful and slender index finger, and said: "Angry! Angry! Get angry again! Let your wound heal more slowly, lying here moldy! At that time, the goblins can grow mushrooms on you!" Just when Isaiah was about to be passed out by Isaiah, a goblin came to free him in time. "Hey! Angel!" said the goblin, "I mean the moving angel. The elder asked me to ask you, do you want to attend the return ceremony of the Elven King?" Marcia, who likes to join in the fun, has no reason not to go?Before he could figure out what return was, he immediately left Isaiah who was dead on the ground unable to protest, and followed a group of goblins to the ceremony venue. There is a beautiful elf in the center of Noritus Lake. His skin is fair, and the shadows even show a very light blue-purple. He has exquisite and beautiful facial features, and there is a water-colored rune on his forehead. Marcia guessed That could be an elf font. The elf's long black and soft hair is soaked in the blue waves - below his waist is a turquoise snake body. The elf stood upright on the water, and when he swam across the water, small shining rainbows appeared beside him, as if fluttering with him. Marcia also often saw rainbows when he was in the heavenly world. It was at the beautiful little fountain in front of Raphael's Hall of the Wise. He used to chat with Raphael by that fountain. Even so, he still has to admit: the rainbow caused by the elf's strokes of water is the most beautiful rainbow he has ever seen! "Is that... an elf?...It's so beautiful!" Marcia couldn't help admiring, although he himself was very beautiful, but he never hesitated to appreciate the beauty of others, just looking at this, he was indeed much cuter than other proud and complacent angels in the heaven. "Angel! What you see now is the king of elemental spirits—Wen Ting, king of water spirits." "Oh! The Elf King! This is the first time I've seen an Elf King!" Marcia stared straight at him. "The elf world is widely distributed, and there are many elf kings, but the elemental elf king is the king of kings. All organic and inorganic things in the world have elves, and elemental elves—earth, fire (including thunder and lightning), wind, and water are An important pillar of the world." Elder Goblin went on to say: "For thousands of years, two of the four great elf kings have 'returned'. This time... it is Wen Ting, the water elf king..." "What's a regression?" Marcia asked. "It's the elves that return their magic power to all things in nature!" The fairies said in unison. "Why do you want to come back? Ah?" Marcia just asked casually, but after she finished asking, she realized that she might have asked the wrong question... because every goblin who usually looks happy has a downcast face. "Because of human beings, the whole natural world is out of balance." Finally, a goblin who is shorter than other goblins said: "In the past, the magic power of ordinary goblins or elves could survive for a while, but now the situation is so serious that only the magic power of the elemental king can purify..." "Really?" Marcia asked again, "What about the returned elves?" "Disappear!" The goblin replied simply, as if the person who asked was a fool. "Ah? Doesn't that mean death?" Marcia shouted in astonishment.It is a tragedy that, like an old man who has devoted his whole life to labor and energy, he is despised or even turned a blind eye to decay in his later years in the world he has dedicated. "We elves don't have the so-called death or not, only exist or not." The goblin elder said nonchalantly, then turned to Marcia, only to find that Marcia was crying... The goblin elder said: "Good...angel! Why are you crying?" "You...do these things for human beings, but no one of them knows...isn't it wronging you?" Marcia said with tears in her eyes. "Hmph! Who does it for humans?" "Humans have always disliked us because we are ugly! Why should we do something for them?" "We do this for the whole of nature..." While the goblins were chattering, the water spirit Wang Wenting had already floated in the center of Noritus Lake, and then turned into colorful water vapor in the colorful glare, and floated to the sky—melting into nature. "Ah! Returning..." "It's back..." "The king of the four elements, finally only the king of the earth spirits remains..." Marcia didn't know what kind of expression the goblins looked like when they were sad or reverent, but at this moment, like the goblins, he felt an indescribable original force wholeheartedly, feeling that it was gradually filling the entire time and space, and this Where the creatures of the world can feel... Time may continue, and space may be limited, but the power of the Elf King's return is far-reaching, every world - up to the heavenly city, down to the sealed realm and the human world, can feel it, even if nature and creatures have The irreparable trauma is also recovered at this moment. No one was crying -- only Marcia. The returning power swirled around the world for seven days.