Dressed As a Magic Jellyfish [Western Fantasy]

"Ah, the connection with the ontology is broken."

The man in the tight mage robes suddenly whispered. He is the incarnation of the secret tower master guarding the Dark Moon Temple. He is the most mysterious of all the incarnations of Wilton. The mysterious incarnation of the magician slowly raised his head and looked. To the replaced apple tree and the special circular grass area around it.

Under the shadow of the dark hood of the mage robe, those violet eyes flashed with a faint light. The master of the secret tower waited for a while but could not wait for the connection between himself and the main body to be established again. He sighed helplessly and left. Go under the apple tree and reach out to pick the last special apple on the tree.

There is a black tower mark engraved on this ruddy apple.

The black tower is the mark of the secret tower.

"It feels bad. Regardless of whether the subject was attacked or something accident happened, it wouldn't even be unable to activate the last player who used it to escape. I can't wait any longer. Fortunately, the magic circle that can trigger the seed of time is almost the same. It has been completed, although the body should have performed the ceremony in person..."

The Lord of the Tower put the apple in his hand, the fruit he called the Seed of Time, into the space equipment in the mage's robe.

He waved his hand casually, and an invisible attack swiftly struck in front of him. When the attack arrived, the space where the apple tree was located was suddenly illusory, and everything in front of him was instantly distorted into pitch black. spot.

The exchange of space is broken.

The dimly colored mage tower appears and sits out of thin air.

The mage tower belonging to the master of the secret tower successfully replaced the existence of the apple tree, but there was no one inside or outside the tower, and it was extremely quiet. The master of the secret tower went to the bottom of the mage tower, and he watched The ground seemed intact, but the coffin that carried the body disappeared out of thin air, and he couldn't help being silent.

Suddenly felt even worse.

"Trouble, the body really has something wrong."

Both the avatar and the body disappeared inexplicably from the mage tower, and the connection was suddenly broken. It stands to reason that the special coffin inlaid with apple branches cannot be destroyed by the energy system of this world anyway, but it is indeed true. It disappeared from the bottom of the mage tower, with the sleeping body in it.

Is the only **** finally shot?

The lord of the secret tower doesn't know.

There is too little information he can know, and he can't even guess an enemy out of thin air. But he knew that he couldn't delay any longer.

"Then start the ceremony ahead of time, you can't wait any longer."

The muttering whisper fell, and a little turbulence appeared beside him. The ripples splashed like waves formed an illusory mirror in the air. The opposite side of the mirror was still dark, with only some dim yellow candles shining with faint light. In the shadow of the swaying table ~www.NovelMTL.com~, the female figure is looming.

"What's the matter, Wilton?"

The woman's voice is very nice, elegant and intellectual.

She put down the book in her hand, moved the range of the candlelight to cover herself, and the illusory mirror reflected her beautiful face and the long white hair that looked very conspicuous.

Her attitude towards the master of the secret tower was not as respectful and respectful as the other magicians in the secret tower, but rather casual, and even the look in Wilton's eyes was very gentle and kind.

Yes, it is kindness.

"Teacher, the plan needs to be advanced, please bring the Three Queens, the sooner the better."

The lord of the tower called this mysterious woman a teacher.

The teacher of the master of the secret tower was the previous master of the secret tower, and that was a flame-level magician with the honorary name [Immortal].

Long ago, before the Lord of Mitta was born, she gained a long life as a flame-level magician. No one knows how many years she lived. Only the pale white hair like an old man can prove it. She has indeed been old.

But she also regained her youth.

In the eyes of other magicians, the legendary magician, who symbolized immortality, didn't ask her students why they performed the ceremony in advance. She just smiled and nodded, as if tolerating all the child's willfulness and choices.

"Okay, then you go to the time circle and wait for me."

"Well, teacher. Please explain to the three queens that it is time to fulfill her last contract with me. When our magic circle runs successfully, Mita will immediately fulfill the contract and send her to Christon. throne."

He paused, then solemnly pleaded with the teacher:

"I beg you from now on, sir."

"Relax, Wilton."

Seeing that the attitude of the Lord of the Mittara was so solemn, he let go of his arrogance and entrusted everything to the person he trusted the most. The woman also suppressed the easy-going and loving smile on his face a little, and he had been responsible for countless years. How could she not know how heavy this position is.

"Although after the ceremony, there will be a window period of more than ten years without your leader in the secret tower, but I will keep it for you until your long-cherished wish and my long-cherished wish are fulfilled. Both have reached the last step. , There is no need to worry about anything. Just close your eyes and keep walking until the end!"

The woman's figure disappeared from the mirror, and the master of the Mitta went to the layer where the Mage Tower drew the dense array of lines. These **** winding lines were layered on top of each other, drawing the entire empty room into a pool of blood. The general turbid color.

He stayed here and waited until the woman brought the three queens over. Christon's three kings goddess was so emotional, and even the eyes of the Mita Lord showed a scent of disgust. She was entering this room. After a pause, her figure was tight, which made people think that she might win the door in the next moment.

"Remember your promise, Lord of Mitta!"

But she resisted, step by step into this blood-colored weird room, to the man who offered the disgusting price, this was also the sacrifice necessary for her long-cherished wish, and in the end she lay flat on the cold ground. , Once again reminded the Lord of Mitta that she needs to get the promised return.

"Of course, Your Majesty the Three Queens." The mysterious woman's tone was soft, like persuasion or temptation, "It is morning of one day. If you wish, our secret tower can act at noon. If everything goes well, you will be able to act in the evening. To be the new king of Christon, this is our sincerity."

"……So much the better."

The three princes closed her eyes slowly, her voice was inexplicably hoarse, the voice of a woman talking to her was gentle, but her eyes looked at the three princes were indifferent and indifferent, only to turn her gaze to this uncomfortable When I know the abdomen of the sacrifice, the cold eyes will overflow with tenderness and love.

I want to be the king of Christon. This is an agreement written in the contract. We will not go back, but how long can you be the new king? It’s no use waiting for you to give birth, poor sacrifice, but it’s an honor for you to be the mother of [God]...

"Everything is up to you, teacher."

The Master of the Mitta handed the apple to his teacher, and the woman was not surprised by what he handed over. She just lowered her head slightly, staring at the dark black tower mark on the apple for a long time, and then slowly nodded, yes. She laughed at her disciple without saying a word.

The Lord of the Tower of Mitta didn't doubt that he was there. He walked to the core of another magic circle and lay down. After cutting his wrist, he gradually closed his eyes, and soon fell into a coma forced by the operation of the magic circle.

The blood-red light gradually lights up, covering all the existence in the room. The white-haired woman is bathed in the rich blood. The ruddy apple with the mark of the black tower in her hand is as solemn as holy. Witch.

The apple is slowly wrinkling and drying up.

A huge clock roulette faintly appeared in the sky above the lying position of the Lord of the Mitta. As time passed and the magic circle moved, this huge illusory clock became clearer and clearer, gradually breaking away from the false time cycle, until it came completely. In reality.

The hands of the clock were advancing at an unprecedented speed, and the voices of'Kakaka——' were connected in a line. It seemed that this clock woman who shouldn't have appeared in this world didn't seem to be surprised at all, she was slightly She lowered her eyes and murmured a long tone in her mouth. Her voice fluctuated randomly, and a few fuzzy shadows of men appeared out of thin air and melted into the hands of the roulette wheel.

Finally all came back...

The woman breathed a sigh of relief silently. The magic circle has reached the critical moment when the magic circle is about to end. The sleeping incarnation of the Secret Pagoda on the ground has lost its breath for some time, and his blood is flowing on the red ground with intricate and beautiful flowers. , It was the shape of the flower of stars, he died somehow.

But the woman didn't seem to care about the cause of his death.

She just continued to sing long-lasting tunes.

The roulette of the clock is still advancing.

Until the fruit of that time is finally exhausted.

When the completely decaying fruit suddenly turned into ashes and scattered on the ground, the woman's face was gradually covered with aging wrinkles. After losing the energy of the fruit of time, the power of time that was lacking at last had to come from her method. The nodes of the array are charged.

The woman is getting older and older, except that her long hair, which is already pale hair, has not changed. Her figure is visible to the naked eye. But even if she is aging again, she is still firm and persistent, struggling to survive. The huge floating clock disappeared.

After the **** brilliance finally dissipated, she couldn't bear the usual staggering two steps, bent over and panted, almost sitting on the ground with exhaustion. After she recovered some physical strength, she barely got up and walked quickly to the side of the unconscious Third Queen.

She knelt down and tremblingly stroked the flat abdomen of the three princes. It was only after she felt another slight heartbeat appearing in it that she seemed to be unloading the heavy burden, and she sat on the ground with a slack.

But she smiled happily and was very excited.

Although she looks like an aging person who is about to die, she is a little trembling with two steps, and probably needs to use a cane, but the light in her eyes is still strong and flexible. It is impossible for an old man with anger and spirit to die in a short time.

"Success, after that, you just have to wait..."

The old man laughed. She lowered her head slowly, and put her ears that became less clear to the abdomen of the three princes, listening to the faint and almost inaudible heartbeat, the normal smile on her face became a bit exaggerated. , Even weird.

"All sacrifices are worthwhile, and so am I."

"Wait, wait, everyone."

"Our [God] will finally come—"

The author has something to say: every big chapter has an afterword, and this one is no exception!

But, when Wilton came out, I felt that the heroine had become a god. He couldn't get up anymore. I still want to tease him for revenge...