Dressed As a Magic Jellyfish [Western Fantasy]

In the darkness, there was a faint whistling sound.

It's like the sound of insects crawling, almost as small as nothing.

In the ruins of the wall, the tolerance of the Holy See rests in the ruins of St. Petersburg.

The daylight has burst, as if all the dark shadows covering the castle have been removed. Since the area near the center of St. Petersburg has turned into a huge and deep bottomless pit, the place where she landed is St. Petersburg has rarely seen a section of the city wall that is still intact.

There are no more enemies here, and she lifts her own surrender.

so tired……

This is not physical fatigue, but spiritual fatigue.

The excitement and eagerness that came out after Tolerance first gained strong power has disappeared. After experiencing the painful process of fighting that she was not good at, and betraying her companions, she inevitably felt weakness and wanted to shrink back.

The healer with soft body and mind suddenly hated the struggle.

Tolerant stood at the corner of the broken city wall and looked down. The remains of the army that had been able to escape in the future were scattered all over the passages of the plain. She simply disregarded her image sitting on the edge of the city wall and stared at the tragically dead corpses for a while. When she returned to her senses, she turned her head slightly and looked at the corpse of the Mita magician above the city wall.

"This, it should be the magician who built the barrier."

She murmured with a little pity, and suddenly she was taken aback.

There was a question she hadn't thought about.

How did this auxiliary flame-level magician, who was only used to maintain the enchantment away from the war zone, died?

She is also very aware of how difficult this kind of non-combat flame-level magician's life-saving ability is, and the time when the enchantment is broken has not yet come under the crown of the pope, so she can quietly kill a flame-level magician. The existence of is not from the Holy See.

A mysterious and powerful person who does not know the existence of enemies or friends.

Tolerant and subconsciously afraid, but feel that he has also become a strong man blessed by God, and does not need this kind of emotion that a weak man can have. She settled down, thinking that under the circumstances of exercising power under the crown of the Pope, it is impossible for the other party to stay in St. Petersburg and wait for death. The other party must have escaped long ago...

Thinking of this, she reluctantly suppressed her panic and breathed a sigh of relief.

The crawling sound of insects is still faintly, but Tolerance has not noticed this. In her opinion, even if St. Petersburg has been reduced to ruins, the insects living in the mud may occasionally survive. This is perfectly normal. of.

Yes, it is indeed normal...

She felt a moment of coolness across her neck.

It was an abrupt and abnormal induction.

The pain sensation only appeared for a moment. Before that, she hadn't even had the slightest premonition of danger. This was abnormal.

Even if she is not in the state of surrendering, she is also a very sensitive person, but this sudden attack does not seem to carry the slightest killing intent, just like a breeze blowing through it naturally, and there is some natural charm.

"The seventh..." someone said in her ear.

Tolerant eyes fell involuntarily, turning into eternal darkness. But at the last glance, she still saw nothing. It was a corner of the empty ruins of the city wall. There was nothing. The voice that looked like an auditory hallucination was childish, as if it was just playing around, not killing again in a very secretive manner. One person was dropped.

"It's three short, you can go to see Dad!"

The child who didn't seem to exist happily said.

...

The statue of Lorraine has been built.

The face of the goddess in the robe was hidden in the shadows. Except for the black and matte robe, everything else on her body was pure white without any color applied. The goddess's long hair was hanging down and spread out on the high steps, and under her feet were piles of tributes and kneeling believers.

"The great goddess of all things, the co-owner of all things in the world..."

There are many people worshiping under the goddess. Their prayers are chaotic and disorderly, making the holy place before the gods become as noisy as a vegetable market, but they are also pious.

It can be said that the spiritual pollution of the previous manifestation of the only **** scared the people of the Rhine into scared birds. Whether they were caught or not, they are now used to chanting two ‘praise the goddess’.

People who do not believe in the goddess of all things can pretend to be his followers anytime and anywhere, but those who will make pilgrimages before coming to the gods have more or less true faith in the goddess.

The only priest of the goddess will lead the morning prayer in the early morning, then the guided believers will not be so confused, and the rest of the time he will mostly deal with other affairs.

However, there was a knight who defected from the Holy See and did not know what position he had been guarding under the idol day and night, and even bought a high-priced house nearby.

The taciturn knight is always half kneeling in front of the goddess. Regardless of any business, his blue-gray glass-like eyes are very focused. It seems that he can't see anything else. Only the existence of the goddess can shake him.

Under such circumstances, the brilliance of the teleportation circle flickered for a moment and did not attract people's attention.

The streets of Lorraine are built in tight clusters, so the goddess statue is built on the wide square very close to the teleportation circle. In recent days, not many people have dared to go through the teleportation circle and seem to have gathered believers of the goddess of everything. Lorena.

This area has long been occupied by goddess believers.

The person who had passed over was wearing a black robe and holding a person who did not know the life or death in her hands. The first time she moved the space, she saw the goddess statue that was more than ten meters high.

She paused slightly, and for some reason she suddenly felt that the black robe she was wearing was somewhat similar to the dark and matte robe on the statue of the goddess, but this should be an illusion.

She bought this black robe from the underground black market next to Marcia. The general robes of Oran Continent are of this style. So it should have been a crash, but this time it was a crash with a goddess's idol, which is a bit special.

"According to the rules, just take her close to the statue of the goddess..." Mo Ye covered her figure, and walked around the goddess believers who were kneeling in the square. She approached the bottle step by step and looked a little sacred and enchanted. Statue of the goddess.

She saw knights kneeling on the steps who looked out of tune with the believers below the stage, dedicated and pious. The knight’s face is vicissitudes of life, he is almost middle-aged, but still has an extremely strong and powerful aura. Judging from the style of his armor and sword, he should be from the Holy See... right? ?

Even if Mo Ye stopped by the knight, he could not detect this unmalicious peeping. After leaving the Holy See and betraying the God of Humanity, the power he had originally had disappeared at the same time.

Mo Ye only looked at him, and then moved on. She came to the feet of the goddess and placed her temperance in the space of the altar where fresh fruits, flowers and non-perishable food were piled up as sacrifices.

Temperance is still in a coma. It can be said that her state is getting worse and worse. The divine power of the **** of humanity can be called a curse of the gods. I don’t know why the power of the only **** in the body of temperance has increased over time. The less, almost dried up, the dark scales that were all over her body are about to fall out.

"...It seems to have no effect?"

Mo Ye waited and waited, but nothing happened.

"Does it have to be touched?" she guessed.

She stayed here, and the more she looked at it, the more she felt that there was something wrong with this goddess statue. The black robe draped on the statue of the goddess made her feel very familiar, and the long hair of the statue of the goddess hanging down and spreading on the platform also gave her a faint sense of sight.

She subconsciously grabbed a handful of her own hair as a contrast-sheer white and long tails caught her eye.

Ah, I forgot that I am now wearing the shell of the Snow Mountain Goddess.

Where do you feel familiar?

Mo Ye tried to see the face of the goddess from the feet of the goddess. The goddess was covered by the shadow formed by the robe, with his head hanging slightly, as if looking down at his believers with pity. So with Mo Ye's excellent vision, she could easily see the hidden face of the goddess.

This glance made her suddenly feel a little absurd.

The goddess of all things is beautiful, beautiful and weak, harmless and pure. It seems that the builders are pious and faithful. The goddess of all things is holding a holy and compassionate expression. She smiles slightly, and the eyelids of her eyes drop gently, giving people a feeling of compassion and sacredness.

This is [man]'s imagination of [god].

But this is not the problem!

The problem is, Mo Ye recognizes her face.

It was a face that was seven to eight points similar to himself, but was slightly different. The difference was the expression of compassion and divinity on the face of the idol. If this expression were removed, perhaps Mo Ye would think it was his idol.

Although this is not impossible...

"No, is it possible...?"

Mo Ye thinks this is unlikely, but she can't ignore the face of the idol that looks very similar to her. After all, who built this idol?

She originally thought that a certain believer who was the only **** received the divine will, so she built this goddess statue to correspond to the new incarnation of the only god, but this face is too directional, she can't deceive herself into thinking this It has nothing to do with oneself.

"It seems that the person who built the idol must be found and asked."

But this is not the main thing now.

After Mo Ye looked around for several times and did not see anyone who looked like a priest or priest, she sighed regretfully, turned back and held the hand of temperance, and placed this hand on the goddess statue. Vamp.

Only this location is the closest.

The idol seemed to gradually light up with a soft light.

This is not an illusion. The believers under the idol are as noisy as the prayers of a vegetable market and stop for a moment. This sudden silence always seems abnormal.

But the next moment, everyone seemed to be in a carnival——

"Ah, the goddess has appeared!"

"Praise you, the great goddess of everything!"

"You are everywhere, you are the co-owner of everything -"

The majestic prayer of praise overwhelmed all the sounds in the world. From time to time, people came out from Lorena’s house to see the situation. After seeing the goddess of all things shining, they also became members of the carnival believers with the same enthusiasm and joy. Most of the abandoned people living in Lorraine today are followers of the goddess.

Mo Ye was taken aback by the momentum, but her hand was still very steady, and the white light on the idol soon went out, and in the eyes of others, the light had disappeared.

But in Mo Ye's eyes, the white light turned into water flowing slowly into her body along the restrained hands, dispelling the divine power of the human god, and gradually repairing the injury on her abdomen.

The tempered eyelids flapped suddenly, as if to be awakened.