Fafnir always felt that the teacher was like a light source in the sky.
He brought warmth to everyone and took her out from that dark, cold Hell, even giving her light and heat tirelessly.
This warmth was sothing she had never experienced before, so she took this light as her everything. Yet, when she truly wanted to pursue the light, she found that the light source was millions of kiloters away from her.
Moreover, the light treated everyone equally; the warmth he provided was for everyone, and she was not special.
So actually, she had given up long ago; she simply couldn’t imagine the teacher sincerely liking soone. The things he loved were too grand, grand like the light source high in the sky.
And what she wanted wasn’t much, just a bit of warmth dispersed upon herself, just enough for a small room.
And if she really wanted to move that light source into her small room, what awaited might not be a bright future, but herself turning into ashes in the firelight.
She actually knew early on, just...
Unwilling to accept...
So she also had so dark thoughts; she thought about secretly obtaining the teacher’s room key and then finding an opportunity to enter...
The room was very dark, with no lights on and no light source. She tip-toed towards the bed, preparing to move towards the middle of the bed.
At this mont, she was wearing only pajamas, white stockings stepping on slippers, making a soft squeeze sound.
However, when she got into the bed, Fafnir was stunned.
Inside the bed, there was no warmth, as if no one had ever entered it.
She turned on the light directly; there was no one in the room. At this mont, she was dumbfounded; she had seen Xue Dili enter the room, even just now she saw through the door crack that the lights inside were off. But now, where did the teacher go?
...
At this ti, in an area that no one knew about in the cosmos, was the eting place of the Apostles—the Mist Council.
After Xue Dili arrived, No. 10 suddenly said: "In this ti, you finally have a bit of an Apostle’s aura."
"Hm?" Xue Dili responded with a confused sound.
"The power of authority, you’ve started to grasp it, haven’t you? Although the mastery is quite superficial, you should be aware of the strength of this power by now, right?" No. 10’s voice seed clear like a young lady’s.
In the mist, her figure was actually unclear, not tall, and hadn’t really interacted with him before. Xue Dili always thought she was so kind of Dwarf.
Whether intentionally or wanting to explain to Xue Dili, this newcor Apostle, in a senior’s stance, she said: "Authority, is the most fundantal power to transcend convention, to break free from one’s weak shell, and completely transform into a conceptual life form. This is the true power of the Apostles."
"Earlier, you didn’t actually deserve to be called an Apostle, at most just a stronger human. Now, as you gradually grasp your own authority, you seem to make a bit more sense."
Her tone carried a bit of arrogance and disdain, combined with her petite figure and young girl’s voice, like a little female rascal.
However, Xue Dili would never think this was her true form; after all, he himself infiltrated the Mist Council through disguise, among other Apostles, only disguise more thoroughly, or like the Sixth Apostle, a being strong enough not to need disguise.
"But based on my understanding, the power of authority is generally only mastered by World Consciousness, and those of us who master the corresponding authority are rely moving World Consciousness. Is there any fundantal difference?" Xue Dili said casually.
He was actually probing; till now, aside from World Consciousness, the ones Xue Dili thought capable of mastering authority were only Evil Eye and Mimic Venerable King.
Even if Apostles are creatures that have mastered authority, essentially they’re just moving World Consciousness, compared to ordinary Tier Five, much stronger?
Xue Dili suddenly thought of the death of the Ninth Apostle. He was besieged by several Tier Five mbers of the Interstellar Corps, under the Super Iron Curtain’s World Consciousness suppression, along with Xue Dili’s sneak attack Space Slash, and then killed.
It can be said that even the Ninth Apostle, considered the weakest in the Parliant, his combat power was still several tis higher than conventional Tier Five.
This involves the power of authority?
"Hah, far off." No. 10 said, but did not explain much more to Xue Dili, as if she just wanted to show off in front of him a bit.
This made Xue Dili frown, keeping him in suspense and playing riddles, isn’t it?
Riddlers get out of the Parliant!
Through this information, Xue Dili could infer that each Apostle was not an ordinary enemy, at least all were similar to himself now, or like the Demons of Hell, were humans who grasped so authority.
No, Apostles seed more like the ultimate form of Demons, entities able to break away from original concepts and transcend.
Probably, once Hell’s forr civilization created "Artificial God," it was because they provoked other Apostle’s followers, analyzing Apostles ca to the plan, thus the essence of Artificial God was actually another type of Apostle, that is, humans who mastered authority.
But Hell’s civilization either went astray or failed, and Artificial God ultimately did not beco an Apostle but beca a Demon.
Is the difference among them perhaps the Divine Tree Fruit?
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