Dressed As a Magic Jellyfish [Western Fantasy]

Xiali flees decisively, and ordinary people in Beria are not fools. The apprentice magicians of Mitta are better at fleeing away in large-scale magic bombing. Except for Grodia, who was stuck in the center of the battlefield and couldn't escape, they all scattered and escaped Beria's range very smoothly.

It seems that the gods of mankind don't put the weak and weak in their eyes. Or, the recovery of the human **** is limited and cannot sustain the long-term coming?

The phantoms of two golden eagles soaring above the night sky, their soaring figures faintly overlap each other, the golden splendor and the coercive pressure of the gods clearing the battlefield into a vacuum zone where no one can survive.

The divine power constantly overflowing from the giant eagle is like eternally burning sparks, lighting up half of the night sky, and endless golden diamond-shaped fragments fall from the sky, like a massive meteor shower.

The meteor shower formed by this divine power fell to the ground, covering the entire battlefield, but it did not cause any damage to the plants in Beria, only the red flames were buried and extinguished.

"Grodia is still pretty good..."

This incarnation of Xiali stayed on the hills and mountains far away from the battlefield. From this position, one could see the whole battle process clearly when looking at the past. He leisurely commented that the flame that Grodia turned into is still in the power of God. Can droop and struggle.

Although he was dying and burned out several times, he still stubbornly lived under the relentless bombardment of the giant eagle, so it seemed that the thugs sent by the master of the tower to him were not only obedient, but also top-level in life-saving ability.

His body is already in a safe place, so Xiali seems to have nothing to do with him at the moment.

He just smiled and asked someone who didn't know where to hide:

"It seems that your guess is correct. The singularity of this era has arrived. The beast gods have recovered, the human gods have recovered, the only **** descends, and the Ability God has begun to erode the earth..."

"What will happen next, Sir Wilton?"

"Maybe apart from us, the Oran Continent will raise a new flame of war; perhaps, the gods will also fight for faith; the most likely thing is the arrival of the third battle of gods, and the referee will still be the only god... "

A black crow blended with the night sky flew from nowhere and landed on Xiali’s shoulder. The voice belonging to the master of the tower rang from the black crow’s sharp beak:

"But this is also our opportunity."

"Wait, Xiali. It doesn't matter whether the Pope is on the bait or not. The God of Humanity will be the enemy of the Creator who created the world. As long as the only God chooses to abandon the God of Humanity, then we have already won. ."

"After all, is the key to winning the only god..."

Xiali retracted his line of sight to look at the battlefield, the flame of struggling to survive has been extinguished, and he estimated how long Grodia lasted in the attack of the **** of humanity.

"It seems that the human **** is not recovering very well, but this is also normal. After all, his believers are almost running, and the rest are also shallow believers or unbelievers with different intentions."

The golden eagle illuminating half of the sky has disappeared.

"Would you like to try again and test the honesty and persistence of the Holy See. Can you continue to use Goddess, Xiali? Anyway, you are just an incarnation that can be discarded at any time."

The crow asked like a joke.

But Xiali knew that the Lord of Mitta was not a joker.

The smile at the corner of his mouth narrowed, and his head turned slightly to look at the black crow resting on his shoulder.

He replied slightly nonchalantly: "I refuse."

"You know, being hated by a **** is not a good thing. I never make a decision to find death." Although he is called [lunatic], in fact, every decision he makes is based on his chance of winning. It's not mortal.

"There is no room for discussion on this matter, Sir Wilton, even if you give me the highest order to reach the Mitta, I still refuse. Or, you think that I am a lunatic with no compromises in order to become stronger. Still a fool?"

"Hehe, since you don't want to go, then forget it."

The Lord of the Tower of Mis said lightly, as if he really just said something casually, Xiali also silenced his indifferent and exposed emotions, and a leisurely smile appeared on his face again, as if this short-term dispute had never happened. pass.

Everyone knows that now is not a good time to turn a face.

"Keep on doing what you should do, Xiali. No matter what means, take Beria over..."

The next moment, the black crow spread its wings and flew away from Xiali.

Xiali looked coldly as the black crow flew away into the dark night that didn’t know where to lead. Only a few dark and ominous black feathers fell onto the ground and on his shoulders. He stroked the feathers that were attached to his body, thick. White mist emerged.

The avatar of Xiali also caught the mist of nothingness.

The figure in the black robe melted into the silent and dark surroundings, and there was no trace of it.

...

In the St. Petersburg area, there are five flame magicians dispatched by the Mitta. After all, St. Petersburg is the territory of the Pele royal family. It is said that the number of troops stationed is as many as 100,000. Pele is far from being controlled by the Holy See. Anubi's.

But even if it is an army of 100,000 people, it is nothing more than ordinary people. Those who cannot break through the barrier can only watch St Petersburg fall into the hands of Mitta.

"The rebels in the city are almost cleaned up."

The flame-level magician who maintained the enchantment on the city wall got the news from nowhere, he suddenly spoke:

"But the former priest of the Holy See who should be stationed in St. Petersburg has not yet appeared. I have to suspect that the Holy See has not sent a priest at all."

"The information given by Your Excellency Wilton cannot be wrong. If you don't find it, you will continue to look for it."

The voice of the doll was cold and indifferent, and her tone was suspicious: "You should not feel sorry for your student who was queued into the vanguard for fear that he would die early, so I deliberately wanted his team to avoid St. Petersburg. Dangerous area, so that the priest of the Holy See has not been found by this time, right?"

"How come, ha ha." The flame magician with the honorary name [Guardian] smiled and shook his head slightly.

"If he is still alive after this battle is over, I can apply for him to become an official magician. If he dies in this battle, although it is really a pity for his talent, he can't be in each place. A magician who survived a crisis has no meaning, and the tower does not need flowers in the greenhouse."

"I know this very well, don't worry, Lord Chris."

"This is the best." The doll's jaw was taken for granted.

She was sitting on a puppet thread connecting the lighthouse and the towering city wall. Below the city wall was a black and oppressive army. Behind the city wall was a desperate place of howls and screams. The bodies of those who wanted to resist were piled up on several hills. Randomly discarded on the streets of St. Petersburg.

There are soldiers and ordinary residents.

In several blazing fires, a team of apprentice magicians from Mitta is constantly searching for some existing figures.

All the people who appeared in front of them were dealt with mercilessly as rebels. The killing of civilians seemed to them to be an understatement to crush an ant. Everyone's expression was aloof and indifferent.

This is what the magician class really looks like.

"Ah, I found it!"

[Guardian] suddenly made a sound, he saw from his student's field of vision a figure wearing a Holy See's robe appeared from the fire, but before he could see the full picture of the man, his eyes went dark, and the vision between the two of them was cut off. .

"who is it?"

The doll looked at [Guardian] as if stunned, she urged.

"...My student is dead."

[Guardian]'s voice was dry, he might not have thought that his student would really die so easily, but he had high hopes for that child, and he was waiting to apply for a magic inheritance for him after the war was over!

"Vero, who is that priest of the Holy See?"

The puppet is a little impatient with [Guardian] who is obviously not in the state.

"I didn't see her clearly, but it was a woman." [Guardian] Vero went silent after saying this.

After a while, he reopened and said the bad news: "Noelle is also dead, just now."

Noelle is also a flame magician of the Myrtle Tower.

The ability of [Guardian] is to create various enchantments. He can connect the spirit sea of ​​his companions to his enchantment for energy storage and operation, so the death and disconnection of one of the flame magicians immediately Can perceive it.

"Female imperial priests, can only be temperate, the Holy See will not let their tolerance go out at this time!"

The doll just feels bored, temperate...

Although Her Excellency Wilton said that the imperial priest stationed in St. Petersburg is most likely to be the temperance of the next pope candidate, she still finds it extremely tricky when she is about to face the man who descended from the gods.

She knows the power of the gods too!

The puppet who has experienced several fierce battles between the lord of the Mitta and the Pope, and the scene of the Holy See's descent of the gods, feels that she is definitely unable to beat the opponent, but she still has to go to deal with the sheep who is apprenticing the magician in the Mitta The moderation of mass killings and special killings in the group.

At least she didn't use her body for this action, so it didn't matter if she died once.

And she has the back hand given by Lord Wilton...

She comforted herself so much.

"Vero, you and Corlanda are guarding here. I'll go."

The doll moved swiftly to jump up to the intertwined puppet line in the air and immediately went away. At this moment, [Guardian] Vero silently looked at her leaving back, and the figure of the doll quickly approached the area where the fire was the most serious. The place where the Holy See's temperance is located.

He felt the wave of the barrier that enveloped St. Petersburg for a moment.

"...Gray is also dead."

With the death of the two flame-level magicians, the enchantment that enveloped St. Petersburg was gradually no longer stable.

Vero finally cast his gaze into the shadows. He said:

"Korlanda, can I ask you to clean up those annoying flame magicians under the city wall? If they continue to attack, maybe the barrier will be broken soon. After all, we are missing two flames. The energy supply of the first-class magician."

"I think something is wrong."

The magician hidden in the shadows dullly said: "Can the Holy See's temperance really kill two flame-level magicians so quickly and silently? I'm not familiar with Gray, but Ennoir's Ability, she can at least bring us a [beautiful dream] that conveys the truth, instead of dying inexplicably."

"Everyone knows that something is wrong, as you can tell, I also sensed the anomaly at the moment when Gray and Noelle's lives ceased through the enchantment, but it doesn't matter, we just need to guard the enchantment."

[Guardian] Vero was surprised to see, he continued: "Your Excellency Chris has rushed past anyway, you know what is in her, and I know too. Gray and Noelle are just pawns for testing, only The stuff in the shell of Your Excellency Chrissy is the key to the tower's use to capture St. Petersburg."

"Your Excellency Wilton seems to like Lord Chrissy very much." The magician in the shadow said intriguingly, "I saw that he had placed part of himself in the doll..."

"This is your business..."

Vero ended the topic coldly.

"Don't talk about it, go to work first, Corlanda."

"If you can kill a few, kill a few. They don't look very good. By the way, if you can, kill that Duke too, he is too noisy."

"Got it." The person in the shadow responded, and a shadow leaped down the city wall and passed through the barrier quietly.