Dressed As a Magic Jellyfish [Western Fantasy]

"Then start, you give me your divine power, in exchange, I will protect your people."

Now that it was determined that the Snow Mountain Goddess would not die due to the delivery of divine power, Mo Ye didn't want to wait too much.

Who knows if there is a gap between the passage of time in this temple and the outside world? If it is possible, she wants to get the divine power she wants without twists and turns, and then leave the temple as soon as possible.

Anyway, she is also preparing to unify the mainland in the future. This step is indispensable. Sooner or later, the snowfield tribe in Sloria who survives between Bailey and Kriston will have to bring it under her command.

She will do it regardless of the existence of the Snow Mountain Goddess, so it is no problem for her to directly respond to the request of the Snow Mountain Goddess.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

The Snow Mountain Goddess bowed her head slightly to salute Mo Ye. Her extremely long white hair slipped from her forehead, and her fanned pale eyelashes were slightly closed, but it was still as cold as a lifeless snow sculpture, giving a pure whiteness and transparency, as if The feeling of ice and snow.

It's really hard for Mo Ye to imagine that this person who is more like a snow elf who knows nothing in fantasy stories than a human being with empathy will show his care for something, and guard the temple in the girl's painting place. In the countless years, what kind of contact did she establish with the Xueshan tribe that allowed her to pave the way for her people when she was about to leave?

But no matter what she thinks, the Snow Mountain Goddess still paves the way for her people at her own pace. After obeying the future she sees and entrusting everything, the girl is no longer the snow mountain guarding Sloria. goddess.

She is the priest of His Majesty the Only God, the gatekeeper of the Temple of Desolation, and the divine power container that bears the gods specially left in Oran Continent.

The young girl stepped forward with her head bowed and saluted, her white hair clinging to the back of her equally drenched white dress, but even so she didn't look embarrassed, she was still as holy as the rolling snow-capped mountains of Sloria.

She stepped on the underwater stairs to the statue of the only god, knelt on the black stone slab that had surfaced before the god, and crawled under the god's feet covered in black robe.

"I am the lock."

The girl suddenly said something, but such an inexplicable sentence made Mo Ye who was watching the worship ceremony feel a bit familiar. She seemed to have heard the same thing from somewhere.

Waiting until she watched the girl stand up in a restrained and respectful posture, and carefully avoided the statue of the only god, she only touched the bird cage held by the statue of the **** with her hand, and released the sealed snow butterfly.

Under the light of the snow butterfly flying out of the cage with its flapping wings, the girl lowered her eyes and continued:

"It's the key."

Mo Ye felt more and more familiar, and she already had an immediate feeling. She thought about it, and then flipped through her own memory, and finally found the source of the sentence that made her feel familiar in the depths of the memory.

This may also be the common point of the creation of the only god. She has heard that the angel girl who guards the temple said the same thing in the temple of the only **** remaining in Flora, but this temple is guarded by the snow mountain goddess. It comes with a key to unlock it, which is sealed inside the temple, and the key to the temple of Flora Mountain requires her to go to the Mitta to find it.

Lock and key, when the two were together, Mo Ye finally waited for what she wanted, although the process didn't look very good.

The snow-colored girl just stretched out her finger as usual to catch the snow butterfly that was flying towards her, and the snow butterfly, which was a circle larger than its incarnation, lightly and silently stopped at the girl’s fingertips, just for a moment After the touch, the butterfly leaped from the girl's fingertips, as if she was frightened, but Mo Ye heard a vague and faint sound of glass cracking, resounding from the girl's pale fingertips.

It was not an auditory hallucination. From the moment the girl touched Xuedie’s fingertips, the pale and long fingers burst into black openings, like the first domino being pushed down. The disintegration of the momentum is disjointed, and this person refers to the frightened Mo Ye.

When the girl’s body was quickly covered with black cracks, she was instantly diffused by the girl’s body from the crevices in the entire temple’s inner layer and frozen in the sea water, not only the sea water was frozen into ice, even The dark walls of the temple are covered with a layer of gleaming solid ice, and the starry sky dome with falling stars is also covered and obscured by the white ice, and the splendid scene can no longer be seen.

At this time, Mo Ye could see exactly what was painted on the wall of the temple that was originally so dark that nothing could be seen:

A blue translucent jellyfish raised in a transparent fish tank; a mermaid with black hair and black eyes and a golden fish tail sitting on a reef in the sea; a gray-black octopus entangled in an abandoned pirate ship; a giant tortoise shell entangled by vines in a dense forest , The tortoise's body should be retracted into the tortoise shell; the small crocodile living in the glass wall watched by many humans; the shell bound in the box is peeped at its treasure...

She only saw it for a short moment. The glimmer of the ice covering the wall of the temple disappeared in an instant, and the temple returned to its vague dark color, but she recognized it in that short glance. The jellyfish kept in the bathtub was herself. She was carved on the wall of the temple, and together with other weak or powerful marine life, she was recorded by the only god.

She has been thinking, why on earth was she selected by the only god? Does her journey have anything to do with the only god? Or, because of the particularity of her journey, the only **** will pay attention to her?

But in this short scene that she saw, she immediately realized that she was not a special case, perhaps not in a world. After all, the world controlled by the only **** in the sea of ​​stars and flowers was like a cow, and she was by the only god. Found and carved on the wall of his temple, the other lives that were carved together should be inseparable from her situation.

Although she does not understand why the carved herself is living in a small glass fish tank, instead of living in the vast nature like other life, she should be in the ocean, not in the fish tank. .

But she who is drawn into the fish tank is much more stable than the crocodile living in the zoo, and the shell of the pearl peeping at the greedy person. Although these paintings are most likely the imagination of the sculptor, she can't completely Rejecting the possible authenticity of this picture is a truth that scared her.

For the time being, don't think about this anymore.

People can't be driven to death by a possibility. Mo Ye decisively sealed off all her conjectures about the walls of the temple. Now is not the time for her to explore the truth. This is the temple of the only god. She hasn't even learned the truth yet. It is a falsehood that loses all the games, and the consciousness that can smile calmly.

In the time when she was frightened by the astonishing amount of information, she did not know when the snow that filled the temple poured into her body. It was the power of ice and snow. The pure white girl had already touched the key from her first. His fingertips began to shatter, and the fragments from the collapse of the black crack turned into blizzards that Sloria never melted, and the girl's half body had become a heavy snow at the end of winter.

This was her last snowfall, and both the girl and the beneficiary Mo Ye knew this very well.

The girl's half body was completely shattered. She fell to the feet of the **** statue, looking no different from the remains of the snow butterfly that had been crushed by her. The condensed ice surface of the sea lifted her up, and her gaze remained even now. She is ignorant and pure, she has been looking at Mo Ye very seriously.

Such a scene really resembles the appearance of a girl passing away.

Although it was the one who benefited, Mo Ye still couldn't bear it. She had always been cruel to the friendly personnel who favored her. Whether it was Sirio or the snow mountain goddess, she quickly walked towards and fell at the feet of the **** statue in embarrassment. But the pure white girl who was still holy as snow, knelt down and took up the girl's last head.

Mo Ye asked her softly:

"...Are you sure you won't die?"

The girl's lower body had already turned into the last touch of snow, turned into a divine power immersed in Mo Ye's spirit sea, all of this is irreversible.

The girl's voice is still cold and unsatisfactory, but it seems to be comforting:

"I won't, die, God, will pick me up."

"That's good."

Mo Ye didn't entangle too much at this point. Regardless of whether what the girl said was true or false, whether she really saw the future encounter with herself, the end of the girl's body collapse was irreversible.

Now that the ending is doomed, the gods have also cast their sights on here. Neither she nor the girl have any choice in the only god's maiden.

They can only accept this ending.

"Then as you said, we will see you in the future."

The girl closed her eyes slightly, and the corners of her mouth were slightly cocked. This snow elf, like the incarnation of ice and snow, had never had any expressions, but at this moment Mo Ye could be sure that she was smiling, not that her face was getting more and more open. The illusion caused by the cracks. The girl opened her lips slightly, and the small fragments that shattered with her movements turned into pure snowflakes, her voice almost murmured:

"Your name, can you give me?"

"Do you want to know my name?"

Mo Ye subconsciously wanted to tell her his name.

Not the pseudonym Nightingale, but the real name [Mo Ye].

But the divine power belonging to the only **** that wandered in her spiritual sea at the same time spread out the projection that completely blocked her sight, which made her words and the future can be expressed, she saw a dark and mysterious mage tower , A girl with long snow-white hair and a snow-colored dress with exotic style is about to fill in a contract with engraving and enchanting.

The appearance of this girl was exactly the same as the Snow Mountain Goddess who had disappeared with only one head at this time. There was a vague black tower mark on the front wall of the mage tower, and the magician clothes waiting for the girl to sign the contract. The robe also had the mark of the black tower, but he was wearing a pitch-black mage robe, and the imprint on it was not obvious, it was the mark of the secret tower.

Holding a quill pen, the girl wrote her name on the contract: Mo Ye.

After the picture dissipated, Mo realized that this was the ability to see the future possessed by the Snow Mountain Goddess. After she obtained the power of the only god, this ability also became hers.

Maybe she knows how to enter the secret tower with integrity.

"Yes, my name is Mo Ye."

Mo Ye intends to verify her guess, she continued:

"I will share this name with you, this should be what you want."

"Ok…"

The girl could no longer maintain her last head. In the pure white flying snow at the end, her voice was vaguely low and almost airy, but it proved that what Mo Ye was thinking was correct.

"I should be able to...help you."