Dressed As a Magic Jellyfish [Western Fantasy]

This uninhabited area is located at the southern end of Christon adjacent to the Pele national border. Because it is close to the national border, few people come here, at most it is only an occasional pass by caravans.

There was originally a lush forest growing here, as well as the existence of the black panther as the ruler of this land.

But now whether it is the woods or the black panthers, they have been shredded by Mo Ye's violent mental power to only the remaining embers.

The ground is covered with sawdust broken into residues and flying dust. The residue is gently shaken by the invisible spatial fluctuations, which confuses people's sight.

The vibration of the space became stronger and stronger, and the temperance that Mo Ye had temporarily left in a no-man’s land took a few steps back cautiously, and even withdrew from the fluctuating position of the space covered by flying debris and dust. She was observing from the space. Who is the one who comes at the other end?

If it's the Lord of the Tower of Secrets...

Because Mo Ye stays away again, the hourglass that drags temperance into the path of degeneration runs and circulates again...

She took a deep breath and reluctantly used her self-awareness to suppress the inky black snake scales on her neck that was covered by the sacrificial robe, but the golden light that flashed in her eyes gradually strengthened, and she knew that she had left the Lord Nightingale and insisted. It won’t be long before it turns into a similar appearance to the heretical believer in memory.

Become a servant of the only god, a greedy snake close to the god. Lose all self-awareness and transform into a fallen basilisk fighting only for the gods.

She would never accept such an ending!

The tempered knuckles trembled slightly unnaturally, and the pale skin of her wrists was covered with a layer of fine snake scales, but she opened the divine book in her hand and started chanting before the gods still firm and did not hesitate.

As long as she resolves everything before she is completely transformed into depravity, and returns to the Lord Nightingale's side, she will not fall into a situation where even herself is swallowed...

But, is the existence above the stars really something she can resist...?

She has been watching vigilantly, the gap in the space is finally torn apart by the existence that wants to pass through. The man who leaps from the gap is wearing a gorgeous mage robe engraved with magic and enchantment, and one end is as long as the sun shines. The long blond hair was carefully pulled up behind him.

His face seems to be only about twenty years old, and he seems to be at the age when adolescents and young people intersect, but his aura is very majestic and heavy and oppressive, even if his appearance is rare and slightly green and clear. Junxiu, but if he meets his violet eyes with a little gloomy, clear eyes, he will involuntarily feel evasive.

The comer is the master of the tower, the star magician Wilton!

"It's a priest of the Holy See...?" The expression in his eyes was extremely deep, and he looked at the high-ranking priest who controlled this hostile force of the Holy See with an unpredictable expression. While the Lord of the Tower of Mischief spoke leisurely, it belonged to him. The star-level spiritual power of the thunder is directly infused into the place of restraint with a wave of thunder!

"Since you are a member of the Holy See, you will be unlucky if you meet me." Wilton lightly announced the end of temperance, his eyes were calm and waveless, as if looking at a dying person, "I still need to find The stranger who revealed his whereabouts, so...get it over as soon as possible."

The nerves of restraint were extremely tense. Holding the book of God, she immediately released the defensive magic technique recorded in it. This super magic technique from the Pope's hand barely resisted the star mental power that completely destroyed this area. .

She was surrounded by a golden arc-shaped protective shield, and the area outside the protective shield gradually sank into the ground. Wilton’s mental power seemed to have swallowed up all the surrounding existence, as if a black hole of spiritual vortex hovered over her. Above the protective cover, she watched the protective cover start to crack and cracks, this protective cover will not last long!

Temperance tried to resist, but her [Synchronized] Divine Art could not even break through the mental power vortex outside the protective shield. Let alone resolve the incident and rush to Lord Nightingale, she can only watch now. With the protective shield bursting one by one, the whirlpool of mental power surged in from the crack!

This is...All under the stars are ants!

"Want to make senseless resistance..."

Wilton just gave a restrained look as if he was looking at an ant, he turned his eyes away indifferently and no longer paid attention to the dying and struggling priest of the Holy See.

Another strand of spiritual power gathers in front of him to cut the invisible space. The spiritual power is biased towards him who does not belong to the space system, and he is not too fast in opening the space rift.

The space was gradually torn apart into small entrances and exits. It was not until this entrance was expanded to a size that could allow humans to enter, that he stepped in gracefully and without rush, and the whole person disappeared in this area.

The temperance at this time has lost the protective shield from the Pope. She herself is already dying under the violent attack of her mental power. Perhaps it is her state of being able to die at any time that confuses the Lord of Mitta, and this makes the mighty Dunn gave her a yard in a hurry and let her fend for herself.

Anyway, she will die on her own right away.

"Ahem--!"

Temperance reluctantly suppressed the black and red blood overflowing from her throat, her limbs were already broken and shredded under the influence of mental power...At this time, she only had a few remnants left, and the dazzling blood completely covered her body.

But at the moment when she was about to die, she never felt desperate, because she knew very well that she couldn't die anyway.

Because the gods will not allow his dependents to be broken in this place before completing his oracle and before guiding his son to the final correct God Realm!

The golden arc of light in her eyes has reached its strongest time, and the adhered blood in her red flesh and blood is gradually stained with a layer of golden arc, like the smooth black mucous membrane of a frog seeping out of her mouth and engulfing her whole Covered with human remnants, the oval mucosa that collapsed to the ground looked like a slimy egg of aquatic creature.

Temperance is being repaired in the egg by the power given by the gods, but with the infusion of the divine power that is as thick as the mud of the abyss, her new limbs are re-growing, and a layer of snake scales densely cover her body. The degenerate power that can't be eliminated now has assimilated her whole person into the family of the gods, but her consciousness is still sober!

Moreover, the snake scales growing on her body stayed very precisely under the exposed skin position. As long as she puts on her clothes, no one will know that she has inhuman parts under her tidy sacrificial robes.

The **** seems to be in order to prevent this incident from happening again. While restoring his temperate body, he also injected another energy of the abyss into her new body. As long as she can use this power correctly, she should not Will fall into this completely irresistible desperate situation again...

This is another generous gift from the gods.

Because she was the only dependent who found the son of God, and the only lucky person who was allowed to follow the son of God, who had the opportunity to lead her to the right path.

The temperate gaze stared blankly and calmly at the dark and sticky egg sac that encased her. She clearly felt the god’s satisfaction and approval for her finding Lord Nightingale in the divine power of repairing her, and her tone was stiff. , Murmured softly as if being controlled:

"...Thank you for your generosity and praise my god."

She moved her newborn limbs a little uncomfortably. The black scales growing on the slender body made her look away immediately in disgust. Her fingers tore open the oocysts that had begun to dry very easily. The force abruptly swallowed the pit created by the sinking and irradiated it.

Temperance stood up, she raised her head and looked at the dusk light projected in the deep pit. This incident that was almost killed... was her own mistake.

She obviously has enough time to escape the sight of Wilton, the lord of the tower, and hide temporarily. When Wilton is obsessed with foreigners, as long as she hides her own existence well, even if the other party detects that there is another person here. , There is a high probability that he will not come to trouble himself.

It's just that she herself is too big...

A new priest who has never encountered a star-level existence, delusional to solve a star-level magician, this is the most typical arrogant arrogance...

The mighty power of stars is not something she can contend with. After experiencing the heavy shadow of death, Temperance realized this very clearly.

Stars are completely different from other classes.

After self-control and silent introspection, she followed the edge of the bottom of the pit and controlled the invisible air to lift her to the top of the pit. She stepped on the outline of the cliff of the pit, trying to find something that could hide her body.

Whether it is bark or leaves, as long as it can be worn by her.

Even someone who is extremely indifferent like temperance is ashamed.

But this area has been completely destroyed by the successive mental attacks of the two spirit magicians, Moye and Wilton. There is only a piece of debris and dust left in her sight, and there is still a bottomless area. Potholes.

She couldn't find anything.

In the process of searching, the wave of waves passed back from the distant air reminded her that another person was flying here from the Rhine's position at an extremely fast speed.

Temperance closed his eyes slightly, and the figure reflected from her spiritual sea was wearing a complex white gold sacrificial dress that was the same as her. The face of this middle-aged man, who had no space element ability, so he could only fly over, was vaguely handsome.

His winter-like eyes are like goshawks in the sky, and the one who comes is the Pope of the Holy See, who has been overdue!

"It's the Pope..."

Temperance didn't mean to evade at all. She stayed on the edge of the pit and waited for the Pope's arrival. Her strange and terrifying posture like a basilisk was directly reflected in the pope's condescending sight, like the urgent sight of a goshawk dropping from a high altitude.

The Pope quickly landed next to Temperance. He looked away from Temperance’s devilish scales a little uncomfortably, and quickly took off his large sacrificial clothing and handed it over. He hesitantly asked:

"For temperance, did you perform another surrender...?"

"Yes, I met Wilton of Mitta and was almost killed." The temperate tone was calm and cold, and he didn't follow the pope's words half-heartedly, admitting that I had gone through the gods to become this ghost. appearance.

After all, she was able to assume the restraint of the new appointment of the Holy See at the minimum age of eighteen years old. She relied on the method of disguising herself as the **** of mankind...

The divine power possessed by her **** is of the same origin as the human **** of the Holy See, and the pope can't find anything wrong in any case.

Moreover, even if it is the **** of humanity who the pope believes in, he does not dare to disturb the arrangement left by the only god.