After Being Sold Out By The Empire, I Decide To Assist The Demon King

  Chapter 380 Sublime and Kekeke

   "Swipe~"

  It has a body that is as pitch-black as it is full of stars, and an astral body with white strokes that reveals a shimmer. It flips the pages of the document like this, making the sound of turning the book.

Meanwhile, Milian Miriam was flipping through the noteworthy information...mainly the parts related to gods. He suddenly realized that it was possible to detect some disaster-related information in the Theocracy's documents. Clue.

The last time Ira came over, she brought the astral body that he called "Want to Dedicate to You", which really shocked Miriam Miriam, but he soon discovered that the astral body is actually nothing malicious.

  In the past few days, the astral body has been reading here, and occasionally asked him some questions.

   Overall, I feel that peacetime has not changed much.

   "Pope, you are a great man."

The astral body praised Mi Lian so much. Under Mi Lian's confused expression, she continued: "Your views on gods and humans are very unique. The morality of gods is similar to that of mortals... If the world is destroyed, you can consider the astral world." take refuge."

  As for the astral body, Milian shook her head and rejected it almost immediately. She smiled and said, "No need... because the world will definitely be saved, and it will definitely be saved."

Milian Miriam raised his head, he looked up at the light shining through the colored glass windows, his voice was full of determination and awareness: "Every time I look up, I try hard to seek enlightenment...not for got away."

Milian, who said so, looked at the thoughtful astral body, and she said: "I vomit blood and I am in a coma, so that everyone can be saved. If only me, or only the Theocracy escape... this kind of future will never happen." That may exist."

   These words, Mi Lian said very firmly, because these are not just words...

  If everyone can leave the main plane, then Milian will definitely be the one who wants to ensure [nothing is missed]. Even if there is only one terminally ill old man who cannot escape smoothly, he will never allow him to give up.

  Of course, Miriam is not the Virgin Mary, and it will not destroy everyone's plan to escape because of this...It will only give up his place to the old man, because he is Miriam Miriam, that's all.

  …

  The astral body took a serious look at him, then nodded and stopped discussing this matter... It seemed to feel something touched in its heart, and it began to realize that mortals may be as great as gods.

  Milian interpreted her ideas personally...

  The gods gave up their hope of living for the sake of the world itself, and Miriam's greatness in this regard has definitely reached the level of the gods... The astral body thinks that it cannot do it.

   Tend to the gods, inherit the will, and show the sublime.

  The astral body feels that he has nothing to do with these things, but he still wants to try... Even for a certain moment, he also wants to be that kind of existence.

   "If you need my help, just let me know."

   "Huh? Uh... Thank you, Astral."

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  Different from what many people imagined, what divides the [Main Material Plane], [Plane] and [Demi-Plane] is their affiliation and nepotism, and has nothing to do with the size of the specific world.

  The main material plane, the reason why it is the main material plane, is because the existence of the so-called [half-plane] is based on the continuation of the main material plane.

Whether it is a carriage from [Traveling Merchant], the interior space is much larger than it looks from the outside world, or the special plane where the three towers are located, or the half-plane prison under the castle of the Demon Lord... they are all a kind of half-plane .

  In other words…

"Cough cough cough... If you choose to escape from the half plane... cough cough cough, the moment the main plane is destroyed, the demi plane will also collapse... There are many known planes that are not suitable for us to relocate the world. "

Chiara Rudnev coughed and said so, she looked at the data in her hand, and said: "There are not many suitable worlds to choose from, cough cough cough... can barely support a large number, or a large volume The world of the portal, just..."

   "Cough cough cough cough cough cough..."

   "..."

   "Mr. Chiara, is your body really okay?"

Vera asked worriedly. She looked at Chiara who was coughing constantly, and asked, "Although her complexion is better than when we were in school, what's going on? If it's some strange disease, Ira It should be helpful, right?"

   Regarding Vera’s words, and other students who looked over together and cast concerned eyes, Chiara, as before, tapped Vera’s head with the materials rolled into a scroll in her hand.

   "I've said it many times, I just have a bad throat."

  Yes, Teacher Chiara always said that when others asked about it, and she has used this method to prevaricate Ira many times... Her physical condition is still a mystery.

  But no matter how you think about it, it's impossible to think that Chiara just has a bad throat.

  After all, there is no such thing as [throat discomfort] that lasts for so many years, let alone... When Ira asked [Is the disease better], she would respond with something like [much better].

   But in this regard, Chiara Rudnef is much more stubborn than she imagined.

  No matter what her students wanted to persuade next, she sternly fudged them back...and almost all of them were attacked in the head with a scroll of paper, so this matter could only be settled hastily.

  I'm really busy at work right now, it's not the time to keep interrupting like this.

  However, when everyone started another round of work, when they were still selecting a world suitable for escaping from all over the world, a familiar voice appeared behind Vera—

   "Mr. Chiara...you'd better not hold on, now you are the principal of the White Tower~"

I don't know when, Ira who suddenly appeared in the room said so, he also held a large stack of parchment rolls in his hand like Chiara, and said: "If you can guarantee that [No] Question], then it doesn’t matter.”

  In other words, Ira is now reminding Teacher Chiara that if she collapses due to physical discomfort, it is not just her own business...it must be considered for everyone.

  Although this is just Ira's words, in fact, he still cares about the mentor's body in his heart, but there is no doubt that Chiara really likes this.

   "..."

   Obviously, Chiara was silent...

  Afterwards, she shook her head, sighed softly, and finally slowly began to reveal the secret that had been hidden for countless years. Just the first sentence made Ira think of something—

   "Okay, actually... My head was swollen from a noise... That's why I coughed..."

  (end of this chapter)