Dressed As a Magic Jellyfish [Western Fantasy]

Sueri, who was under the army, did not speak. The Beast King, who had not yet grown his long hair, used his golden beast eyes to look at the human king on the high platform coldly. He was not a type of speech, but Mo Ye could sense him. In his breath belonged to the fluctuations of anger, and the turbulent killing intent.

This killing intent came towards Gold.

The Beastmaster doesn't care about the superficial wins or losses on the battlefield. He knows that the speed at which humans invest in troops is completely inferior to the birth speed of the cubs of the Beast Country. As time goes by, the Beast Country will eventually win the final victory. And Gold, who supports the destiny of mankind, will eventually be gradually worn down by his humans, and Gold will become the best prey captured by the Beastmaster...

Judging from the current situation of the war, he is indeed right.

The Beastmaster Legion is like an endless tide of beasts that cannibalize the human army bit by bit. Even if Gold will go with the army nine times out of ten times to destroy the Beastmaster Army, it is unavoidable that the only time that the human army fails to fight will be. In the battle against the beasts, he suffered heavy losses and the entire army was wiped out.

Not to mention that Sueri occasionally went to the battlefield to make a fuss.

In the battle of Sueri, Gold either chooses to defend and protect his human army, which is as weak as an ant. In this way, he will be crushed and beaten by Sueri, which will deplete his accumulated spiritual power and belief power a little bit. ; Either Gold gave up the defense, he was indeed better than Zueri in the attacking posture. But the existence of the two gods will destroy countless creatures even in the aftermath of the battle. After such a battle, I am afraid that only one person will win the end.

How Gold will choose is obvious. This is a conspiracy against Gold. In the past, Sueri was willing to act according to the plan. After all, this plan was implemented successfully and it did not prevent him from looking for Gold. Trouble, go to the battlefield to seek the pleasure of fighting.

but now……

The various elements surrounding the Beastmaster's side began to faintly boil, and the invisible space began to twist and fold. From a distance, it looked like the air fluctuating due to high temperature, and an unspeakable horror atmosphere spread instantly!

As if feeling a great threat, the beasts surrounding Sueri gradually developed a panic instinct, and the ground was stained with scarlet dust, whether it was a half-man commander of the Beastmaster Legion, or only the animal instinct. The army couldn't help moving to the sides, avoiding the Beastmaster, who made them feel that they were just approaching, but just staring at it and would be swallowed up by the opponent in an instant.

At the same time as the beasts were chaotic, Mo Ye also spread out the protective shield on the city wall as wide as Gold’s habit to cover the whole city. The surface of the protective shield mixed with the power of faith was flowing with golden brilliance. According to her observation, even Sueri's full blow shouldn't be able to break the cover in one go.

"Calm down, Colt. Let others calm down, guard the city wall, and send a small team to appease the people in the city." Mo Ye was not affected at all, and she stood facing her without looking back. Behind him was suppressed by Sueri's elemental aura like the beasts, and the officer who had a premonition of fear ordered, "Let Ifrit and Illanda, and Godric come here as soon as possible."

The officer who was trapped in the illusion of fear wakes up like a dream, but he no longer dared to look under the city wall. After taking office for just a month, he looked around the city wall blankly, the soldiers who were also pressed by the terrifying breath of the Beast King to face the illusion of fear.

They showed pain and hollow expressions. Some even threw down their weapons and squatted down and hugged their heads, shaking their bodies, with a frightened look. It was obvious that the extremely terrifying breath in the air had been blocked by the protective shield set up by His Majesty. Just now, he was no different from these people.

"Colt?"

The officer heard your Majesty’s slightly chilly voice, and instantly an agitated, he subconsciously responded: "Yes, Your Majesty!"

The Beastmaster under the city wall just sneered and saw the chaotic scene of the human soldiers. He did not choose to attack the protective shield for the first time. Instead, he moved his eyes and cast his gaze into the sandy ground beside him. The flag is flying high, with the imprint of the giant wolf drawing its head high, and the dying traitor tied with the giant wolf flag.

The traitor who once provided him with what seemed to be the best plan, instantly turned into a **** mist in his murderous eyes, and a continuous blood rain fell from the evening sky, so simply withered like mud.

Mo Ye stared in amazement as the **** mist dyed Sueri's short gray hair with a thin layer of red and black. His wild face was covered with the blood of the betrayer, and the nightmare. Bloodthirsty monsters are no different. It seems that Yarlin's betrayal of him made him hate human [humanity] and reverted to the behavior of beasts.

She knew very well that Zueri did not have the awareness of raising the morale of the traitor before the war, nor did she have the habit of using this traitor to ridicule and ridicule Gold. He brought Arlin here alive, just to let Gold know that such a traitor who betrayed him and chose Gold would die so easily, even if Gold was already in front of him, it would not be possible from his hands. Save this traitor, nothing more.

But this kind of pure anger and killing intent is still too simple for complex humans. For example, neither Moye nor Gold can care if Yarlin is dead, and she does not want to save the other person. Sueri subconsciously thought that Gold would choose to save Yallin, just as he insisted on protecting his soldiers, he believed that Yallin belonged to Gold.

This kind of thinking is too pure.

"Beastmaster."

Mo Ye spoke condescendingly, her expression did not change as Sueri expected, but as calm and calm as ever.

This made the Beast King hate and hate humans who gritted their teeth and gently spread their hands toward him, catching a ray of blood mist that she specifically allowed to pass through the protective shield, her movements are so slow and tidy, it seems that there is a smiling human being. Do not put the immediate rival in the eyes.

"You are angry, you are hating... Even the death of Duke Yarlin can't extinguish your killing intent." Mo Ye rubbed the **** mist at his fingertips, no one knew that he was hiding under the shell of Gold. At this time, her heart was ignited with a subtle sense of excitement.

"I know very well, Zueri."

She has never played against Sueri.

Even in the memory fragments of the previous few times, due to the coercion provided by Yallin, she can only support passive protection and be beaten at best. This time it was different. Yallin was already dead, and Sueri might not be willing to continue to follow his policy, and Sueri, who was deeply in anger, should not be able to bear the provocation of Gold's mortal enemy.

"So, I have a proposal."

This is just a fragment of memory. She is not stripped of control right now, which means that Gold did the same at the time. In addition to trying to fight Sueri, Moye also needs to take the Beast King Sueri away from the human city-state as recorded in history.

"We will eventually have a battle, probably now. But if we both stand in a stalemate, the ending will not be any different from the previous battles between us. If you are willing to stay away from this city and this battlefield with me, I I can fight with you until..."

[Gold]'s voice was suppressed, with an imperceptible chill.

"I never die, how?"

Sueri did not respond to her immediately.

The elements surrounding him, dominated by mad anger, condense into entities. Flames and frost, stone pillars and storms continue to hit the protective shield flowing with the power of faith, but they still have no effect at all, as before when he ran into Ge It’s the same as the battle of Elder. It was a long time before he stopped his attacking actions, and barely recovered his will from his anger.

"Oh?"

Even with extreme anger, Sueri's golden beast eyes that were so beautiful as the blazing sun were still shining. Mo Ye knew that he didn't mean to refuse. She looked at the chaotic Beastmaster Legion and seemed to receive some kind of command. As if gathered together, Sueri seemed to be merely stating a certain fact coldly, he sneered and said:

"Do you think your humans, these weak and feeble ants can resist my Beastmaster Legion?"

"This has nothing to do with you, this is something I need to consider."

Moyes did not think that humans at this stage would lose to a group of beasts that only win by number. Gold's mental power bestowing experiment has been a perfect success. It is impossible for the same blood who inherited Gold's spiritual power to do it. Clean up this group of beasts. For them, maybe only the half-human orc will be a little troublesome, but it's only troublesome.

"Really? I agree, why didn't I agree." Sueri gradually recovered the various element particles that he had escaped. He leaped into the air by the storm, waiting for Mo Ye's actions, "I will take it until the end. Go back here with your head, and use your dead eyes to see how your kingdom was ruined and how the humans you blessed died tragically. Because you and I know that without your blessing, they can't do anything."

"That's what I want to tell you, Beastmaster." Mo Ye felt that even Gold himself would be so convinced here, "I won't lose, and my people won't lose, they will take care of me. Come to victory."

She turned her head slightly and looked at the three people behind her who were either excited, cautious, or resisting.

The only people of the same blood with Gold's bloodline concentration enough to inherit the spiritual power are these three, his eldest daughter, the princess Ifrit who is still ambitious on the battlefield.

His second son, who is more restrained and less conspicuous, is the ancestor of Andamiast, who will be famous for splitting the kingdom of theocracy in the future.

His younger brother, who was more free and unconstrained because of his eldest brother's early succession, was driven to the battlefield by the ducks, and he looked unwilling to Godric.

After these three have experienced Gold's use of the seed of inheritance to bestow their own spiritual power to them through blood, their current strength has reached the stars of later generations, and the commanders of the beasts are no more than It is the strength of the flame class. The transmission of this kind of power is similar to the power between Mo Ye and the bubble.

Mo Ye did not ask them, but directly gave instructions:

"I'll leave it to you, you can do it."

"Yes, leave it to me, I won't lose, Father!"

Ifrit was as confident as ever. She had a blonde princess **** high as Langdon’s army commander long before. Although she was not the first army but the fifth army formed by herself, This is still her further proof.

"Yes, Father, I will guard this line of defense with my sister and uncle."

Illanda is really an inconspicuous child, but the second prince, who is restrained by nature, can even be said to be silent, is also a firm look at this time. He knew very well that at this time, if he did not follow the pressure of his sister to resist the pressure of the Beastmaster's army, the only thing waiting for mankind would be the end of destruction.

"this……"

Only Godric is still unwilling. At this time, the twenty-year-old prince who is still childlike, frowned slightly when he saw that he was so brutal that he could fly into the earth, he seemed to want to scold him in public. He realized that he had no right to refuse at all.

He collapsed his shoulders and could only mutter back to:

"I see, I will do it well, brother."

The author has something to say: The writing is so slow, the more the key point is, the more the card text is. Yesterday, I didn’t hold the opening for the whole night (ㄒoㄒ)