Dressed As a Magic Jellyfish [Western Fantasy]

The vast grass and trees of the Mobu Plain in the near autumn are wrapped in the color of dusk. The branches and leaves of the outer yellow and green inside can still taste the tenderness of the grass, but autumn is here, and winter is not far away.

The herd of animals that gathered together at no time occupied the area from Baishi Valley to the hills and hills. They seemed to have taken root on the spot. They dragged a team that couldn’t see their heads for a long time and ran around the plains and hills. The countless footprints of beasts are like dividing a clear edge of territory.

Isolated from the human world, it is only the territory of beasts!

Just like there is no tiger in the mountain, the monkey is the king.

Nowadays, whether it is the official or other organizations that can clean up this group of animals that seem to be extremely magnificent, they have no time to pay attention to them.

The hunters who live on the Mobu Plain can only be in awe of this terrifying group of beasts, unable to prevent the expansion and development of their territory. It seems that in just a short period of time, the Mobu Plain has become a forbidden area for mankind. .

This group of beasts that divide the curtain plain, obviously there will still be hunting behavior dominated by the food chain inside, but unexpectedly not even one leaves the team.

It seems that there is a pair of invisible big hands playing with their actions, or they follow the will of a great existence and obey their common king.

The squirrels that had been raised in captivity also lived very comfortably.

Generally speaking, as long as they are not of the same kind of beasts, they will mistakenly believe that the giant blue ox, which will always lead the beasts rushing to the west, seems to be the leader of the beasts.

Green Bull's posture has always been fierce, and its physique is several times stronger than its peers. Its pair of horns can easily penetrate rocks, and its body is hard enough to resist the attack of a lower-level magician.

In contrast, the squirrel that always sleeps lazily on its back basking in the sun does not look like that.

It is more like a green cow's pet, or a back pendant.

But it is the leader, this is a fact.

Compared with ordinary beasts, magic beasts have higher intelligence. Although they are not better than adults, they also have the IQ of seven or eight-year-old children. If other beasts only ignorantly regard their owner Sueri as their leader , Then it has already understood its essence as [God].

God's will must not be violated--

Therefore, when another group of embarrassed humans ran into the territorial boundary that the herd had dragged extremely long, even if it was annoying to suppress the restlessness and attack of the herd again and again, it still had to work hard to distinguish this. What are the crowds of humans who are so scared by the beasts yelling?

It cannot understand human words, but it can also remember a few fixed words. What the owner said to it, as long as he heard the words spoken by someone, he had to let them go, and if he didn't hear them, just do whatever they want.

Whatever...

The beasts staring at them quickly surrounded the fleeing refugees. The crowd suddenly became chaotic. Some were panicking and wanted to run back. Some were so scared that their legs were soft and sat directly on the ground. Some were crying and screaming. The **** prays.

"Oh my God! There really are a herd of—"

"To die! To die! I don't want to die yet..."

"Great Goddess, save us...!"

"Hurry up and pray, don't be stunned!"

The squirrel's ears moved. It seemed to hear a certain fixed word. It was originally a little interested. It jumped from the back of the blue cow and looked fierce. It slumped back in an instant. What to see, it's gone, and it continues. Soak up the sun.

"Praise the great goddess of everything--"

"Please guide us to that worry-free paradise!"

"We are going to Marcia, this is your guide..."

The goddess of all things, paradise, Marcia, are all together.

The squirrel raised his hair and made a sharp cry. After hearing its special voice, the beasts kept raising their heads and screaming. The cry that conveyed the same command quickly resounded through the herd, and it was startled to kneel. Praying humanity.

"What to do? Are they going to eat us..."

Someone asked the companion next to him in a panic.

"Morning, I knew I would not run away..."

"Even if you don't run, you have to die. You haven't seen how many people died in St. Petersburg, and the people in Colin who were frozen in the ice! When the war is together, we civilians will have to die if they don't run. In the city!"

"That's better than being eaten by a beast--"

"Didn't the goddess give her divine will, I think..."

"As long as you pray to him religiously, you won't be harmed by wild beasts. As long as you arrive at Marcia, you can go to the carefree paradise, which is the paradise of the goddess..."

"Aren't they going to eat us...?"

"Moved! They moved!!"

But it's not that the beast they thought was eating people...

The beasts were in chaos for a while, and the beasts who were particularly dissatisfied inside screamed and disrupted the special meaning of the call, but when they were brutally treated by more beasts, the two fists were hard to beat by the four hands. Painfully beaten, the scars in exchange for disobedience, can only sullenly follow the current to get out of the way.

Like Moses dividing the sea, the herd withdrew from the center to both sides, giving way to Marcia.

After the only safe passage to Marcia was guarded by heavy soldiers, this is also the last way for ordinary people who are incapable and without status to escape in this battle involving the throne and the gods.

"Really get out of it!"

"Go, go, praise the great goddess of everything!"

The refugees swiftly crossed the way the beasts gave way. They ran extremely fast. Although the group of beasts really didn’t seem to want to eat them, they still had to be afraid. When they ran away, the group of beasts let go. The passage is closed again.

Such groups of refugees fled to Marcia and were taken over by Deep Blue Island, which had been waiting there for a long time. From then on, the lack of population in Deep Blue Island finally made up for it.

...

Rarely lively in the island.

Everything is thriving.

The newly joined refugees built concrete and stone houses that were rough but sufficiently sheltered from wind and rain. The owner of Deep Blue Island specially dispelled the wind and rain in the next few days for them to complete the construction of their residences. With the help of the enthusiasm of the residents of the island, The new people also have more expectations for a new life.

On the flat open space in front of the Deep Blue Island trading area, the believers of the Goddess of All Things are preparing to build a second statue of the goddess here. This is the divine will of the goddess and has also withstood the consent of the queen of the island.

There are messy maps and records on the table.

The queen is still sitting by the window, the autumn sun outside the window is tired, and when it shines on her face and blue long hair, it seems to have undergone some special invisible refraction, adding a touch of water to the queen's figure. Sparkling waves.

The rippling waves of aqua are also projected onto the table.

Those papers painted with complicated or simple atmospheric patterns seem to be covered with a layer of phantom, making it impossible to see the full picture, but the foam is clear.

She has picked up these creation maps that can change the world and read them over and over again, from simple recipes to maps of cultivators, to the manufacturing methods of various materials and methods of biological breeding, and even weapons production plans.

As long as there is a sufficient population, all these things can live. These things were given to her by her mother and can be used as the foundation of Deep Blue Island, although she does not know how she got these things, or came up with these things...

The bubble will not ask, this path is correct.

She only needs to know this.

And then, taking advantage of Christon's turmoil, the flag of Deep Blue Island was sounded. Deep Blue Island does not need to stand, just wait patiently, and finally lit the last fleeting fireworks for the new king's enthronement——

"The Tower, and the Holy See..."

Foam closed her eyes slowly, and she whispered:

"My mother said that Christon will not need any faith organization other than the sect of the Goddess of All Things. As long as the foundations of Mitta and the Holy See are destroyed after Odder takes over, she will be responsible for containing the Lord Mitta and the Pope. This is my task."

"To take advantage of the chaos to control Christon's economy..."

"Um... I don't need to do this myself."

"I just need... to ruin the enemy's back for her."

...

"The tenth... the tenth..."

"Enough, I have counted it clearly, there are already ten..."

"Teacher, teacher, can I see my dad?"

In the dim environment, the dim yellow candlelight swayed and swayed, adding strands of dark and magical oblique shadows to the dark environment. In the depths of the brick and stone underground palace, an old man in a black robe sat alone on the corner of the roadway. Reading everywhere.

He was holding an old ancient book, but his attention was not on the pages, and he focused on the open space in front of him. In front of him was a wide stone room of nothingness, empty, but suddenly the child's expectant voice sounded.

"The tenth... the tenth..."

The invisible child kept thinking that he had won the'tenth'. He was looking forward to the reward from the old man, but the old man refused his request:

"Not enough, only nine are right, Shiryl."

"It's ten, teacher!"

The child's voice became sharp and sharp.

A large tearing sound suddenly sounded in this quiet underground lane, as if venting, the old man's mage robe was torn into smooth strips by inexplicable power, and his indifferent eyes instantly Gloomy down.

"Shiryl! If you want to see your father again—" the old man sternly stopped!

The attack of the invisible child stopped instantly.

His attack also has no form to speak of, no elemental flow, no wind direction change, and even the dust accumulated on the ground is still smooth and waveless.

But those broken cloth strips on the only old man who have changed have already shown that he has acted mercilessly, even viciously, wishing that the human body was torn together!

"I killed ten enemies, and I want to see Dad."

Shiryl's voice also became very resentful.

He is not a good obedient child who has been bathed in blood of the same kind. He will follow the orders of the'teacher' to kill one after another enemy of the Destroying Hand. It is just that the opponent holds his weakness in his hand. His father.

"You want to kill me? No, you dare not." The old man sneered and shook his head. He took out a small glass bottle from his arms with a thin strand of red and black blood in it, "As long as I still Take this bottle of cursed blood on your body and you will never dare to hurt me. Since you can't move me, you have to be obedient. Don't forget, your father is still waiting for you..."

"Don't you want to see him? Shiryl."

This kind of threat is a good luck to Shiryl.

"..."

Shiryl was silent for a while, and then decisively compromised.

"I want to see Dad, teacher, I was wrong."

"Huh..." The hidden child!

If there are not weaknesses remaining, such invisible monsters shouldn't exist in this world at all!

After a cold snort, the old man explained coldly:

"My order to you is to kill the people of Mitta, and one of the people you killed was a former priest of the Holy See. Although they were also rebels, they were not within the scope of this mission. So there were only nine people. You still have one!"

"...The imperial priest?"

Shiryl couldn't understand, she was obviously all enemies.

"There is one left, is there one left...?"

"But, I can't find it anymore. All the enemies are hidden. I can't smell them..."

"Either you wait, the rebels of Mitta will always show up, if you really can't help it..." The old man's attitude seemed a little impatient, he closed the page in his hand and got up to leave, "Then Let’s go to Beria, there seems to be people from Mita moving there."

"Beria, the last one..."

After the old man left, Shiryl suddenly murmured like this:

"Ordinary can't work, but...the strongest one."