Dressed As a Magic Jellyfish [Western Fantasy]

The weird changes continue from the false world to reality.

Although Leah's state seemed extremely unknown, Mo Ye sensed that the other party hadn't reached a critical moment through their mental links. At this moment, the sound of the deep underground palace hidden deep in the ground faded, only the sound of a faint figure falling to the ground.

Mo Ye did not stay here too much. Her mental power filled every corner of this underground building. The complex and overlapping maps of the underground palace were simply re-engraved in her mind. She followed the guidance of the map and bypassed many. Secretly engraved the corners and floor of the alarm enchantment, past the soldiers who fell on the ground and fell into a deep coma, and quietly passed through the corridor leading to the altar.

The moment she found Leah, her mental power instantly drew all creatures in this area except herself into a false illusion. If there were no accidents, they would sleep forever in their nightmare of extreme fear. Go on until you are scared to death by nightmares, or starve to death because your body cannot eat.

If it weren't for the existence of Leah's father who didn't know the true or false among these soldiers, and the relationship between Leah and her father hadn't been completely broken, she would have killed this group of people straight away.

Mo Ye quickly reached the edge of the altar. She cautiously circumvented the complex enchanting lines on the ground. Some of the densely packed beast crystals had turned into gray embers, and the empty space where the black-robed magician was also lying on the ground became her. The only safe area where you can stay.

From the perspective of her mental observation, every curved line of enchantment engraving all over here is flowing with a complicated torrent of magic power. These magic powers are extracted from the beast crystal like a trickle of water, and they are constantly pouring into the center of the altar. In the body.

And Leah's forehead poured out a line of blood color, and this illusory blood line, which was looming like a blood vessel, extended from her forehead to a position half a meter above, and directly melted into the void and disappeared.

"This is the magic circle that Gold invented, passed by blood."

Mo Ye quickly recognized the familiarity of this magic circle. She watched Gold in the memory fragment world and studied this blood circle. The spirit of magic is created by passing blood to his children.

If everything here is not the ghost of Gold, the creator of the circle himself, it is that the mastermind behind the scenes must have experienced the existence of Gold's memory fragments.

This candidate does not require much thought.

Now that there are fragments of memory left by Gold in the world, isn't it only Bailey's seven prince, Sirio Bailey.

Different from Gold’s blood circle in the memory fragments, the circle here has been reproduced where its owner has changed a lot. Mo Ye splits it up in the spirit sea bit by bit, trying to spell it out. Its existing core and capabilities.

In addition to the core blood transfer, it also has the ability to swap, draw spirits, and engrave camouflage. Other miscellaneous arrays have been used. Now the most important ones are [Exchange] and [Blood Pass]. aspect.

"Exchange, pass by blood..."

Mo Ye murmured, she thoughtfully looked at the emerald green fluff on Leah's body and the feathers that stretched out behind her. These things that originally did not belong to Leah appeared on her body under the use of this magic circle. , It can only be said that these inhumanities were deliberately [swapped] to Leah through this circle, this is what the counterparty of the swap should have.

Another goal of the operation of this circle is an alien.

"But what does it mean to pass by blood?

"He wants Leah's blood?"

If the stranger wants to transform himself into a human in this way, then the blood transmission is to re-engrave Leah’s blood on his body. Leah has no inheritance seeds that can support her and only engraves her magical ability in the past. . Having the identity and essence of a human being is not enough, do I still need Leah’s blood...

Although Leah does have a special place, her own life experience should not be as simple as an ordinary town girl, her father may not be her father, and her past is likely to be false, but she After all, it was just an ordinary human, and her bloodline was nothing special.

What does Sirio want her blood for?

"Maybe you want the blood of Leah." Silver's sudden interruption interrupted Mo Ye's thinking. She was taken aback for a moment, and realized that Silver was answering her question about the meaning of the other party's use of blood to pass the magic circle.

"Leah has blood on her body?" She asked hesitantly.

"Although it is already very thin, it is indeed the taste of the blood of the gods, she should be the descendant of the gods of humans in the world. But this little blood is useless, without special abilities, the gods of humans have ignored them. The Holy See is the new favorite of the **** of mankind."

"However, having the blood of God means that Leah is a descendant of the royal family, right?"

Mo Ye finally had a certain guess about the truth.

If Leah is a descendant of the royal family, then why would she lead an unknowing life as an ordinary border town resident? If she is a member of the royal family of Bailey or Christon, what exactly does the person who stole her from the palace want to do, or what does Bailey's seven princes want to do?

He is obviously behind the scenes, is he really the Seven Prince...?

She remembered that Leah was sixteen years old this year, and the seven prince Sirio was almost the same age as her. Can a sixteen-year-old human really become a star magician without others noticing it?

This is obviously almost impossible.

So Mo Ye's final guess is:

Pele's Seventh Prince, Sirio, was not the Seventh Prince himself at all. He is a stranger who occupies the magpie's nest, and Leah is the stolen replacement, Bailey's seven queens.

The current situation is that Cirio wants to transfer his alien state to Leah, and then re-engrave Leah's own royal bloodline to himself, completely confirming his identity as the Seventh Prince of Pele.

Although Mo Ye didn’t understand what his purpose was and what the royal bloodline could do, she knew that if she wanted to remove the mutation from Leah, she wanted to take Leah completely. Going back, she was about to completely destroy Sirio's plan.

She cast her gaze to the magician who was steadily stepping on her.

The only vacant place with the magic circle is also the only safe point for the altar, and she didn’t want to alarm the people behind the scenes until she knew the important information, so she settled on the back of the old magician who seemed to have a gray beard. . This not poor old magician seemed to have very high authority in this underground palace, and he might know more.

Mo Ye went directly and rudely into the spirit of the magician. She didn't care if this would make the magician a fool directly. She flipped through the magician's memory bit by bit, and skipped most of them. Important doping memory.

She saw a child born in a small family in Christon. Because of his magical talents, he was sent to the Mita to learn magic by the family. Fortunately, he was quickly selected as an apprentice by a flame magician in the Mita.

The magician has an open future and is the only student of the Master of Mitta.

As his apprentice, he was lucky and extremely unfortunate.

At first glance, the flame-level magician gave people the impression that he was beautiful, as exquisite and vain as a woman, looking gorgeous and gorgeous, and his eyes were equally beautiful, like the emerald green color of newly-born green leaves, noble flame-level magic. The teacher has been smiling slightly with his eyes bent slightly, looking gentle and harmless.

He was very popular in the Mitta and had a wide range of communication. Most magicians along the way were willing to stop and greet him. As his apprentice, the little magician was very excited at the time, and I was fortunate that this lord had chosen Lost myself.

On the sidelines, Mo Ye glanced with pity at the little magician who followed behind the Flame-class magician, unable to conceal her excitement, she thought of the ending from the beginning, which was obviously a tragedy.

This student of Wilton, Lord of the Tower of Mistakes, is a flame-level magician who is more beautiful than most girls, and the juvenile’s long blond hair is carefully tied behind him. He habitually radiates himself to everyone around him. False kindness, and his face was completely exposed in Mo Ye's eyes. He looks exactly the same as the Seventh Prince of Bailey, Sirio Bailey, one hundred years later.

In other words, they are one person.

A foreign magician who disguised and mixed into the Mitta a hundred years ago, and a student with high hopes from the master of the Mitta, Cirion who mixed into the Pele royal family a hundred years later.

He is the creator of...[The Disaster of Other Persons].

Alien's Disaster——

The crazy contagiousness of Inhuman Change almost wiped out Mitta, the extremely powerful organization at that time, and the infectious disease forced Christon to abandon the once prosperous city. Even today, after this one hundred years, foreigners infect After the legacy, there are still growing seeds, and Lorraine is still a blocked and abandoned place, which shows the horror of the alien who brought [the disaster of the alien].

As a stranger, Sirio's disguise was flawless.

In the memory of this magician, his teacher did not leave any flaws in the disguise before the start of the Disaster of the Inhumans and before his identity was revealed by the lord of the secret tower.

He didn't know how Silio was exposed, but he knew that the teacher got it from the master of the tower, or stole something that made him pretend to be a human and lurking until now, and has always wanted to get it.

The fire at Lorraine that night burned half of the night sky.

He still remembered very clearly that his teacher was still smiling as usual, even if half of his body was showing tired bones, he also threw away the crown he had stolen from the master of the tower, and smiled leisurely and softly.

He hurriedly ran across the street where the fire was shining, and the humans with abnormal animal-like organs screamed vaguely into his ears, which made him tremble and fear very clearly.

They were standing on top of the lighthouse in the center street of Lorraine, and the Lord of the Mitta could not be free to clean them up. For this stalemate that could hold all the enemies, the stranger had done a lot of work. Sirio looked back at the young apprentice who had been forcibly brought up by him. His voice was still harmless and gentle, but in the ears of those who heard it, he heard the whispers of a demon's temptation.

"How about? This kind of fireworks is also very good, little Luther?"

Regarding the flames that burn human life and property as fireworks, the stranger’s magician stood beside him with the gorgeous emerald green peacock summoned by his tail feathers. He solemnly put the crown in his hand on the peacock’s head and hugged it affectionately. With the peacock's neck, half of his body wrapped around him, he went on to say:

"Just like I said before, you can't go back to the secret tower. The master of the secret tower won't let anyone close to me. You, my only apprentice, won't be forgiven by him, even if you really Without knowing it."

"But don't worry, I am not going to leave you alone."

"I'll take you away from Christon, little Luther. We had to hide well for the past ten years. Wilton would definitely be looking for me frantically at that time, if he finds it. That's terrible. But in the rest of the time, we have a lot of time to prepare..."

There seemed to be an extremely bright light in Cirio's eyes, and the unspeakable fierce persistence shook the heart of the young and energetic magician at that time. He was very aware of his wavering.

Perhaps he trusts the teacher more than Mitta.

He heard the teacher's voice fade away.

It was so light that he couldn't hear it, and he whispered like a breeze:

"If I hadn't missed Sueri's inheritance ceremony, I wouldn't have been so troublesome..."

"Look for another opportunity to become a god."