Dressed As a Magic Jellyfish [Western Fantasy]

The memory fragments in this area are extremely sparse, and this is probably the edge area of ​​this hidden place of the gods.

The pitch-black stagnant water that merged with the darkness submerged Mo Ye's waist and abdomen. She was still groping forward. I don't know where from the bottom of the water came the sound of the water being moved. This weird accent brings a kind of sticky and creamy hallucinations.

Until Mo Ye was entangled with something underwater, she thought it was just her own hallucinations. It was the touch of the fine scales stained with slippery mucus. The tentacles on Ye's bare feet slowly tightened, but did not make her feel uncomfortable, and tried to pull her in a certain direction.

Mo Ye hesitated and didn't release the mental power that he had gathered subconsciously, but tentatively kicked his legs underwater, feeling that the force of this tentacle dragging was not too great, and it didn't mean to hurt himself.

In this realm, her power is suppressed to about one-tenth of the level, and the mental power of the spatial collapse and deflection that she uses may directly break the balance between the memory fragments here. This is her. One of the reasons why I haven't managed to get rid of the status quo for the time being.

And another reason is that she felt a familiar breath in her tentacles. This breath was like the salty and wet sea breeze coming on her face, and the peculiar smell of sea snakes in the misty sea. The densely arranged scales on it were also extremely. She was like a snake entangled in a snake's body, she had smelled this kind of inexplicable kindness from temperance.

She knew very well that it belonged to the breath of the only god.

Temperance was born in the Holy See, but it was not a priest who was loyal to the **** of mankind. Instead, he secretly believed in the only **** and became his dependent.

In her encounter with Mo Ye, there are also factors that drive fate from the Only God, but what the Only God does is not as blatantly disgusting as Gold. He has always used subtle ways to mobilize every existence without a trace. Destiny is like the most classic theory of fate.

And his purpose is not to arrange Mo Ye like a **** on the chessboard, but to try to push her to the highest point with all his heart, and plan for more than two thousand years, or even longer.

The only **** is not his enemy.

Whether it was her own fate or her extremely keen instinct to save herself countless times in crisis, she told her this way, maybe she had some old relationship with the only god, or his relationship with herself. The imagination is even closer. Mo Ye is a firm person who will never hesitate and waver when she is determined, although she usually does not show such a side.

It is like she has experienced the transformation from **** to man in this historical corridor woven by the memory of Gold, fighting for Gold in one war after another, the blood and blood that she has never experienced before. The smoke made her feel at last with Gold, who has supported the future of mankind alone.

She learned all the advantages of Gold, and also insight into the indelible disadvantages of the personality, but even with the shortcomings of human nature, he is worthy of the title of the Holy Spirit.

Having reached this point, Mo Ye would not deceive himself and still feel that Gold's chess game was played for himself, only to satisfy his own desires and ambitions.

He is true and wants to protect all human beings from the bottom of his heart.

Even if he treats the entire continent and all human beings as his own possessions, he will still treat his own things like he was once a human, like the heroic king once, and devote all he has to protect them. .

Even if he was in deep trouble, even if he could regain his strength as long as he took a step back, he did not choose to give up. Just as he spent thousands of years in a dilemma that no one could see before setting up the game of chess little by little.

Mo Ye agrees with what Gold has done, and can't help but admire his dedication to all mankind. She thinks that if she is herself, she would never be able to do this for her people, but that's it. .

Because before she knew all this, she had already chosen the other side between the two sides of the chess game, that is, the beast **** Sueri.

At that time, I had a bad impression of the **** of humanity, Gold, and then I met the beast **** Sueri again. Gold was regarded as a **** that could be manipulated at will, but she did not want to be like Gold. One of the reasons was that she later learned more... when she instinctively stood taller than Gold and saw farther, everything was a foregone conclusion.

It should be said that she did not choose Sueri.

But she chose herself between the human **** and the beast god.

She wants to be the being that stands on the highest point.

Mo Ye didn't know what her expression was now, she pressed her lips tightly without showing a slight smile, still made up her mind, she looked in the direction designated by fate for her, dripping deeper and deeper stagnant water, pulling towards the tentacles. Walking in the direction step by step, the icy dark stagnant water gradually flooded her chest, then her neck, and finally her head.

But she is not a human being. Mo Ye, who has turned herself into a semi-jellyfish, does not need to breathe in the dead water. Her skin is glowing with a faint blue light, which faintly illuminates the water in the dead water. Her eyes are extremely special silver-white. , Surrounded by a perfectly curved orange-red circle, under such special eyes, the last piece of memory hidden underwater is faintly visible.

It is a diamond-shaped memory fragment, which is no different from other memory fragments, but on its apparently broken water chestnut outline, there is a black snake that is hidden by a thick and unknown black mist, Mo Ye I couldn't see the shape of the black snake's body under the black mist, but its extremely long dark snake tail was firmly wrapped around its feet.

From the concealment of the black mist, she saw that the black snake possessed a pair of golden bright icy snake eyes. These eyes were almost exactly the same as the giant snake guarding the temple in Sloria’s hidden temple of the only god. The difference is the inconsistency of the difference between the body shapes.

The black snake poked its head out of the thick black fog. It stared at Mo Ye with its cold, unmechanized golden snake eyes, and silently spit out the snake letter. Mo Ye followed the black snake’s tail and pulled it away quickly. In the end, he stayed in front of the snake head, close to that piece of memory.

The black snake stretched its head forward, seeming to want to touch Mo Ye’s collar. When Mo Ye stretched out his right hand hesitantly, trying to touch the small triangle-shaped top of his head, it quickly moved away. Dodging Mo Ye's fingers, he gently knocked his head on Mo Ye's fingers.

The cold and slippery scales on the fingertips did not make Mo Ye feel uncomfortable. Instead, she thought of the movement of this black snake, which was really similar to the behavior of the elders who patted the top of the cub's hair to show comfort.

Before she could think of more, the black snake had retracted its reserved head and was hidden in the black mist again. It retracted its tail that was wrapped around Mo Ye's bare feet, and moved away to entangle the memory fragments. The strict snake body opened the way for Mo Ye.

It wants to let itself into that piece of memory.

Mo Ye didn't hesitate for a while, she used the finger she had touched by the black snake to lightly touch the uneven outline of the memory fragment. The memory fragment shattered into countless pure white the moment she touched it. Fluorescence, surrounded by the dark mist under the black stagnant water a little bit, wrapped in the blue girl who had escaped from the human appearance.

In just an instant, the memory fragment recovered its original appearance, and the girl had already lost track. The black snake re-wound the memory fragment tightly. It used its triangular black head and its golden and cold snake eyes to stare at the memory fragment in its arms. Finally, it closed its eyes that were as bright as the sun’s rays. A little bit, but without difficulty...

Forcibly squeezed the front end of the snake's head into the world of memory fragments.

...

This was the last piece of memory, and Mo Ye knew it.

Before her eyes, there were still a large number of Beastmaster Legions that could not be counted by the naked eye. In other words, every time she entered the memory fragments of war-like content, she faced roughly this situation. The only difference was whether Beastmaster Sueri was not. Set out with the army.

However, Sueri does not often appear in the army, and there are some hidden heretics in his kingdom that are holding him back, such as choosing treason and Langdon plotting to kill Sueri, the only king of the beast country, to obtain Grand Duke Greer and others who once had the opportunity to rebuild the state of Claronia.

Grand Duke Greer, his full name is: Yarlin Greer.

Yallin Greer, the little prince of the old country of Clarenia, and the only royal survivor who escaped the clearance of Langdon’s army, happened to rescue the untamed Sueri while they were hiding in Tibet. Using Sueri and his army of beasts, Claronia was re-established, and in a very short period of time, he became a behemoth against Langdon.

But unfortunately, his original intention was to use the inhuman beasts to regain the glory of Claronia, but the only thing the aliens believed in was the powerful beast king. He failed to get the position of king of Claronia. Can get any rights, can only regard oneself as the Duke——

But where can Clarenia, who has become a country of beasts, have the position of human grand duchess? If it hadn’t been for Sueri’s acquiescence to his self-knighthood, the beasts of the Beastmaster’s Legion would have long ago shared the human beings who are obstructing their actions. Exhausted.

Therefore, the facts are completely contrary to his expectations.

Yarlin, who had been in a desperate situation but still confident, also gradually lost his original enthusiasm, and became similar to many nobles in this world. In the years of battle, he may have hesitated and struggled with what he did, but he finally chose to betray, because the beast king Sueri was no different from a country stealer to him.

Such a spy hiding in the abdomen of the enemy is extremely important to Langdon, so Gold's promise is also very generous, but after the victory, it is divided into the territory of a small country of the opponent. As long as the Grand Duke of Claronia can really escape from the endless anger of Beast King Sueri, he doesn't mind temporarily forgiving a rebellious who he once made up his mind to annihilate.

But judging from the current situation, Yarlin has no hope of rebuilding his homeland.

He has been exposed, and this spy is useless for Gold.

Mo Ye sniffed the **** smell of human beings in the air. She exposed half of her head from the city wall and stared at the messed-up man who was hung on the long flagpole by the Beastmaster Legion under the city wall.

Yarlin, who is already in his thirties, is no longer the innocent and childlike handsomeness he used to be. He has a golden beard on his face. At this time, the beard that he has carefully taken care of is ruined with the golden curly hair. Due to the burning flames of anger, his face was also blurred with blood and charred black, making Mo Ye unable to see exactly what his expression is now.

obviously……

Sueri brought him alive to the forefront of this battle, under the human wall, in order to use this betrayer to sacrifice the flag before the war.

Yallin seemed to be dying, his whole body was covered with scars bitten by wild beasts, but even with such a tragic injury, he could not meet the eagerness of endless pain, and finally died peacefully. Just because the Beastmaster didn't allow him to die, this ending was really tragic.

Mo Ye looked at Sueri who stood on the side of the flagpole two thousand years ago. There was still undissipated anger and blood in his golden beast eyes. This anger inadvertently melted the brutal coldness of his expression. It made him a bit close to the Zueri in Moye's impression.

Of course, she was talking about Sueri in combat.

The author has something to say: Gold's story is finally over!

In the first few chapters, the time was wrong. Gold Sueri fought more than two thousand years ago, and then became a **** for more than a thousand years. Sueri fell. The next thousand years will be the time for Gold to set up the chessboard. change!

The next chapter Tasuiri, hehe

I wanted to hit him with Mo Ye a long time ago