Dressed As a Magic Jellyfish [Western Fantasy]

Wilton actually sees himself as a new **** who can pull the human gods off the throne and replace the gods...!

The star magician of Mitta looks only like a standard aristocrat with a slight green temperament, grace and clarity, but his interior is full of the arrogance and wild ambition of the strongest in the mainland.

Want to be the supreme god!

Wilton moved his gaze away from the Pope, who had fallen far behind him, and he somewhat restrained his overflowing arrogance with a certain sense of enthusiasm, and concealed his true interior with the appearance of grace and restraint.

Perhaps the Pope was his opponent, but now the Pope, whose strength has completely stagnated, is not worthy of his attention. It is just a slightly larger ant.

"Can you please move away, the Pope of the Holy See..."

Wilton was no longer ready to say anything to the mortals in his eyes, his gaze turned again to Mo Ye, who was embarrassed in his mage robes, and Violet's eyes were full of cruelty, and he was bound to win!

"I am not yet ready to do anything to the Holy See, nor to go to war with the God of Humanity at this time, so please get out of the way and let me clean up the strangers who have sneaked into Christon...!"

Mo Ye stood behind the Pope and raised her eyes to meet Wilton. She gritted her teeth and gathered countless mental tentacles again as protection.

She was also unobtrusively guarding against the pope's possible backlash at any time, anyway, the two of Mitta and the Holy See were not good for her.

Her mental shield will also cover the temperance that stays beside her. The power of temperance should not be able to stop Wilton's mental attack. Now it depends on how the Pope chooses...

Do you choose to kill her, a stranger who is not a human first, or choose to deal with Wilton, who has blasphemed the gods first...?

Fortunately, the Pope did not choose to compromise.

"...After blaspheming the glory of my god, do you plan to bypass me, the pope of my god?"

The pope’s pale and sharp eyes carried anger like turbulent waves, staring straight at Wilton, who looked light and breezy, and the simple and huge book of God in his hand glowed with bright golden arcs, dozens of gods. The complicated formation of the technique instantly spread out in the midair beside him, occupying a large area of ​​the sky!

A brilliant golden arc of divinity filled his eyes. He stretched out his right hand, and a pure gold holy sword with a sense of illusion appeared in his right hand from the void!

"Unforgivable Blasphemer!"

The pope prayed silently to the god, and he began to move.

The magic circle woven by golden magic illuminates this cliff area where the dusk has passed and the night is approaching, shining like a scorching sun at noon, making people unable to even squint at the place where the pope and the circle are located. .

This scorching sun brings not only a strong dazzling light, but also the extremely high temperature that quickly melts all the earth and rocks covered by the scorching sun!

This seems to be the temperature of the sun!

The dazzling light belonging to the scorching sun completely shrouded Wilton's figure, but his posture was still calm, and even the arc of the faint and proud smile at the corner of his mouth did not change at all.

The magician’s spiritual power drilled out from the concealed deep ground to protect his body tightly. This was only to isolate the absolute high temperature that could instantly kill humans. Before the pope’s holy sword and the high-temperature holy light, He reluctantly shook his head and sighed:

"It's useless, what I said...All the attacks in the world right now are useless to me."

"It's really persistent... let you try it, the mighty power of the gods..." Wilton's eyes were also filled with golden waves, he gave up any aggressive behavior, and seemed to really want them to try it first. Try to see if your attack will really work on his god.

But the dazzling sun that belonged to the day had indeed penetrated his invisible line of protection.

Mo Ye's attention was extremely tight, and she instantly realized that the power that belonged to the pope seemed to be the force field of the range, and was not dispelled by the inexplicable ability of Wilton's side. She quickly seized the excellent opportunity of this moment. , Mixed his mental power into the battlefield of the noon blazing sun.

The mental power tentacles that continuously aggregate black particles were not hindered by any obstacles, and carried the surging space debris at an extremely fast speed to Wilton's side with only a thin layer of mental protection, and did not directly collapse like before!

"feasible……!"

Her fighting spirit was raised instantly, although I don't know how the Pope did it, but as long as her mental attacks can work against Wilton...!

Mo Ye’s mental power tentacles instantly penetrated Wilton’s thin layer of mental shield that is only used to avoid the high temperature through the annihilation storm generated by the fragmentation of space, and then pierced him with an unstoppable amount of violent violence. The body that does not evade!

The real sense of tearing □□ gave her a sense of unreality that she actually did...

She really hurt Wilton!

But she did not dare to hesitate even for a moment, countless space fragments and mental energy storms engulfed by mental tentacles exploded directly within Wilton's body, causing a spatial chain collapse caused by a rapid expansion of mental self-destruction!

The chain collapse of this space that could destroy half of the continent was blocked by the arc of the scorching sun. Wilton's body was instantly annihilated into elemental particles, but even at the last moment, the smile on his mouth did not change in the slightest.

Wilton smiled and turned into ashes and elements in the sky.

"For the star magician, destruction... is no longer a fatal injury, only the spirit sea is..."

Most of Mo Ye’s mental power was used to carry out self-detonation attacks. She raised her eyes to look at the space barrier that was cracked and healed, and managed to accumulate the remaining mental power, trying to find Wilton’s spiritual sea, but there was someone better than her. Go one step fast.

Unknown when he flashed behind Wilton, the pope used the golden real eyes of divinity bestowed by the gods, and through Wilton’s momentarily annihilated element remnants, he locked his invisible, illusory and still intact spirit. Ocean.

He took hold of the holy sword infused with divine power and radiated golden light, and a sword light slashed out from the sword he was swinging. The sword light that could not be blocked and isolated by any existence, instantly set Wilton too heavily. The protective spirit sea shattered to pieces!

"it's over……"

After the pope swung this sword, his face was exhausted. The magical power in his body was directly consumed by this sword. He put away the holy sword in his hand and fell from the suspended air, which can be suspended in the hot liquid flowing on the ground. Only one finger away.

The sacred rays of the sun that completely shrouded and illuminated this area firmly locked the spatial chain collapse caused by Moye's spiritual explosion.

The rock and soil layer of the cliff is melted into mottled crystals and viscous liquid similar to magma by the high temperature of the scorching sun. The waves of the sea collide with the hot rocks and rise up a large amount of water vapor, and the white mist gradually diffuses and rises from the waves, high temperature and cold liquid The sound of evaporation caused by the intersection resounded through the cliff.

"Is it over...?"

Mo Ye did not sense the existence of another magician in the range of mental power. While she was relieved, she felt an extremely unreal sense of illusion and absurdity in her heart.

Such a terrifying opponent who made her helpless to almost escape, just let them kill him and destroy the sea of ​​spirit without resistance?

She thought of Wilton's inexplicable smile at the last minute.

Wilton did not make any resistance until the last moment.

It's like...

Look at them struggling and doing useless work.

Mo Ye only felt chills in his heart, and his back was chilly.

Her instinct told her that the battle was far from over.

and……

Even if she is on a front line for the time being, she does not want to have too much involvement with the Holy See. As long as the God of Humanity of the Holy See is still the Gold who regards her as a chess piece, she will never be able to make friends with the Holy See!

Mo Ye slightly perfunctorily looked at her Pope on the opposite side and showed a barely friendly smile, and the ominous premonition in her heart grew stronger.

She secretly transferred her mental power to other directions through the cracks in the space, and split several temporary splits in these places. These temporary backs should allow her to safely escape from this battle... She is not A character that sits and waits for death.

"You are foreshadowed in the oracle that temperance said, the spiritual magician of Marcia?" The pope's face was as solemn as the teaching director in Mo Ye's memory. The waves of anger in his expression have not yet completely dissipated, he Frowned her brows and said solemnly to Mo Ye, "She should have explained to you the content of my god's oracle for you, right?"

"Although I don't understand why my **** wants to issue an oracle to a foreigner, you should have fully understood your situation now. You have no other choice except the Holy See."

What else can Mo Ye say besides smiling...?

She can actually understand what the Pope meant...

She is now in a desperate situation where she is wanted by Mitta. In this situation, she can only live with her head in Creston. In the entire Creston, apart from the Holy See, no other organization dared to shelter and accept her.

If she wants to be fair in Christen, she can only join the Holy See. If she refuses at this time, maybe she will be wanted by the Holy See Mita Alliance later.

But this is absolutely impossible.

The smile at the corner of Mo Ye's mouth faded slightly. She glanced at the temperance who was holding the divine writing expressionlessly and changed her clothes. She knew exactly how temperance persuaded the pope not to join forces with Wilton, the human being. Dealing with her who was screamed and beaten by everyone.

But she was willing to join the Holy See...

"The Pope of the Holy See, I..."

Since you hate foreigners so much, don't you hurt each other?

Before the words Mo Ye wanted to say to the pope, she was suddenly engulfed in the thick darkness that suddenly appeared, and she quickly plunged into the pitch-black twisted space.

She watched the look of astonishment on the pope's solemn face. The pope reached out to her who had really fallen, but only grabbed a piece of nothingness in space!

In just a short moment, Mo Ye fell into a horrible state of gradual cessation of consciousness, and her rapid thinking and struggling thinking began to stagnate. This dark magic belonging to the realm of time forced her consciousness and the sea of ​​spirit into the consciousness to stop. In the abyss, someone whispered with a chuckle in her ear:

"The people of the Holy See are really getting in the way. Now is not the time to deal with them... My goal has always been you, stranger."

This voice belongs to Wilton.

really……

Mo Ye had long reserved his backhands to guard against Wilton's back move. How could his class existence accept the enemy's obliteration without resistance?

She would never believe that this kind of opponent was a fool to fool, and the Pope of the Holy See would definitely not believe that his old opponent would go to death so easily. They were secretly guarding themselves while they were making the finishing touches.

Mo Ye was ready to escape at any moment, but the Pope's scorching sun formation had not yet recovered.

But she was still dragged by Wilton into his domain. In the film space, her ability activation speed was indefinitely slowed down and prolonged. This is a standard ability that belongs to the time domain. Under the action, she will quickly fall into a state of eternal stop, and eventually become one of the elements of the power of time flowing in the space.

Is this the real ability of a star magician...?

Her newly upgraded half-heart is still too weak, completely unable to use the abilities that a star magician should have, and her thinking is still based on the flame level, instead of truly understanding the use of star magic.

The essence of ability...

A second before Mo Ye's consciousness completely stagnated, her mental energy accumulation was finally completed. This was the only chance.

The little time left for her to struggle here can only be one attack at most. The mental power in Mo Ye's body condenses and vibrates at a slow speed. She has fallen into an eternally stagnant mental consciousness, and is still performing her previously reserved attack. model.

"In this space, mental attacks are completely useless to me..." Wilton did not stop Mo Ye's ability to resist the last trace of resistance, and the ugliness of ants struggling in despair in despair was also interesting to him.

Especially, the struggling ant is an alien.

The end of Wilton’s words just fell. Moye’s mental power swept through the invisible barriers of this time zone in a violent wave, but this attack did not have any effect. Her mental power attack was quickly destroyed. The energy of time in the dark space erased the original violent posture.

This space that belonged to Wilton once again returned to its calm blackness, and the energy of time changed and flowed as if it were still.

Wilton, with a youthful, green and handsome face, concealed an arrogant and leisurely smile on his face, his expressionless face faintly carried an expression of impatientness, and his violet eyes stared at the empty space.

"It blew up..."

Wilton closed his eyes slightly, he could clearly perceive the specific location of the spatial vibration transmission, which means that the stranger escaped his time domain through the form of self-detonation, leaving only the spirit sea.

He stretched out his hand to open the gap in the space again, and said in a deep voice: "As long as you cross the space, I will catch the trace...You can't escape, foreigner."

But the next moment, his fingers froze through the gap in the space.

In the range of his mental sea perception, the spatial vibrations caused by aliens’ space travels became more and more frequent, and even began to spread to other countries. Until the end, the vibration of tens of thousands of spatial fissures opened up and passed back to his spirit. region!

In this tens of thousands of vibration tracks, only one place is the real body of a foreigner...