Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

Because the War Legion retreated in time, its own losses were not heavy. It was only when Medici broke off to clear out his pursuers that he was briefly targeted by the pursuing "Dragon of Nightmares" and exerted influence.

If Saslier hadn't arrived in time and Medici had held on for a moment longer, his situation would have truly become critical.

The surviving Medici was staying in a separate room. Apart from being mentally depressed, he didn't appear to have any wounds on the surface, but from time to time there would be openings on his body, with lava seeping out or flames bursting out, igniting things around him.

So now only the stone furniture is left in the room, and not even a rattan blanket is left.

In order to preserve Medici's privacy, Saslier asked him to leave the black armor that had not been wiped or cleaned.

Although Medici may not care about this, He will show no concern about this kind of thing, more because Sasriel is the "half body of the Lord".

Due to the unstable form of Medici mythical creatures, the "healing priests" and "psychoanalysts" who were originally responsible for treating the wounded did not dare to approach the house because their sequences were too low. Saslier could only confirm Medici himself. Strange state.

Taking Zoya and Ourolius with him, Saslier walked to the stone house completely surrounded by shadows.

The moment he pushed the door open, just as Saslier expected, a thick choking smoke hit his face.

Ourolius subconsciously took two steps back, and Zoya was stunned for a moment, and also followed Ourolius's example and stepped back.

Saslier glanced back helplessly: "Then let's wait for the smoke to clear."

This level of thick smoke would not have little impact on them, but Ourolyus didn't want his clothes to be stained, and Zoya was purely following Ourolyus's actions. Saslier knew what they were thinking.

In the past few dozen seconds, the thick smoke that seemed to be exhaled from the crater completely dispersed into the air.

When Saslier walked into the house, Medici was sitting on a low stone bench in the house, with his back leaning against the wall. His feet were crossed and raised high on the edge of the stone bed. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. .

Every time Medici's chest rises and falls, a little smoke will come out of his nostrils, mouth and ears, but the volume is not much.

There were traces of scorch everywhere in the stone house. It was obvious that after Saslier left, Medici did not deliberately suppress the leakage of his mythical form, but instead poured out the flames in his body wantonly.

There was nothing else in the room anyway, so Medici didn't worry about causing any damage, as he would eventually take back those flames.

However, after lazily looking up, he saw Saslier standing by the door. Medici quickly retracted his raised feet and sat upright respectfully, as if the person with a bored face just now was not him: "Lord Sasriel."

Saslier walked to the side so that Urolius could enter the room: "If you can't calm down, you don't have to endure meditation or prayer. For your current situation, sleeping is a faster way to recover. "

Zoya did not follow Urolius in this time, but hesitantly stayed at the door. In his perception, there were tiny sparks floating in the whole room, which could be detonated at any time and turned into violent flames.

Medici noticed Zoya stopping and raised his chin provocatively at Zoya. The contemptuous smile on his face was undisguised. He only restrained himself slightly after Saslier's gaze turned. .

Ourolius walked to the stone chair, opened his eyes and looked at Medici.

Medici did not look at him, but stared at Zoya by the door. Medici didn't like Ourolius's always indifferent and gentle gaze, but he still preferred those fresh and violent emotions, no matter the hatred or anger he aroused. Anger can make Medici feel the satisfaction stemming from the fighting instinct.

But Ourolius was completely different from Him.

Ourolius stared for a little too long, and Medici had to look up into those light-colored eyes.

Medici moved his neck again and exhaled a plume of smoke from his nostrils: "What did you see again? Lord Saslier said that you just need to rest. What else do you have to see? Paint your painting go."

Ouroleus did not move, and the black smoke drifted past his silver eyelashes: "The interference left on your destiny is still there, and it is very dangerous."

"How can it be dangerous?" Medici bared her teeth and wiped away the bright red that ran down her nose. "Such a minor injury will be healed tomorrow. I'm not a doll that needs care."

No one in the room reacted to this provocation. Ourolius didn't understand, Zoya didn't care, and Saslier just glanced at Medici with a half-smile:

"Then I'll take Zoya and leave first. We have other things to do."

Medici was stunned for a moment, then immediately turned to Ourolius: "Orochi, you should follow too."

Sasril shook his head, held Zoya's shoulders and motioned for him to turn around: "Ourolius, since you are worried, stay and watch for a while. If you feel that you have almost recovered, go back to the war legion and wait until next time." One fight and we’re going to need more luck.”

Zoya turned her head towards Sasril: "What if..."

Saslier patted Zoya on the shoulder. Before Zoya said anything, a shadow extended directly from Saslier, surrounding him and Zoya. They blended directly into the shadows outside the house and left here.

Medici looked back at Urolius very fiercely, and Urolius still stared at him quietly. After looking at each other for a moment, Medici lowered his head: "You also worry about people? What a joke."

Ourolius thought seriously for two seconds: "If this is a question, then I can give an answer. I will worry about you."

Medici rubbed his forehead hard twice, extinguishing a bunch of flames coming out of his temples: "It's really annoying, so that's not a problem! I'm not asking you!"

"I know." Ourolius replied calmly, "But my answer remains the same."

Medici felt even more annoyed.

——

Dariborg is sorting out information in the secret room underground. Regardless of the outcome of every battle, the most precious thing is the intelligence of each race. This is not just for research. The more he knows about the various ancient gods and their races, the more confident Daribog will be that he will achieve absolute success on the day of the battle.

This time the fight with the dragon clan is just a trial in the marginal area. The official winner will not need to wait too long.

An envoy that set out in secret returned safely. However, Hermes, the leader of the envoy, was left as a hostage in the royal court of the giants. What the Hermesters brought to Dazhbog was only a word of mouth, "For a common future."

All for the future of mankind.

Hermes once said this to Dazhberg when the two met for the first time.

Because he noticed that Dazhbog had provided shelter to human settlements many times and saw the small, candle-like hope rising in the hearts of ordinary people, Hermes took the huge risk of exposing himself and came to see this man. "New gods" of unknown origin.

Rather than being a follower, Hermes regarded Dazhborg more as a leadership collaborator, hiding behind the scenes.

Dazhbog knew that Hermes would be fine. This middle-aged man who dared to try the medicine himself and began to study the languages ​​​​of various ethnic groups first, thus figuring out the "Hermes language", was not just obsessed with it as he seemed. Study extraordinary powers.

Without the indomitable courage and perseverance, Hermes would not have obtained the research results. It would be impossible for Hermes to drink the potion that he successfully concocted by himself and become a true extraordinary person.

In the notarized oath returned by the Giants, everything is clearly written: If Dazhbog and the Dragons officially start a war, they are willing to watch and can provide appropriate assistance when the outcome is about to be decided - although they He did not say which party he was willing to assist.

However, the authenticator left on this secret oath was not the "Giant King" Ormir, but the "God of the Dawn" Badheir, the eldest son of the Giant King.

The giants are not known for their wisdom, and Ormir's temperament and mental influence cannot keep him sane for a long time. The giants' worship of the ancestral god "Giant King" has always been pure. Nothing should happen that exceeds the authority of the "Giant King". At least according to past history, it has never happened.

Then the signature of the certifier of this oath is very intriguing.

Dariborg felt that it was necessary to use the authority of the goddess of the night to further discuss the hidden secrets.

Saslier appeared directly in the basement. The darkness in the corner arched up from the ground, and then seeped into his tall figure. Saslier was also carrying Zoya with him.

Among all the people in the courtyard, only Saslier has the authority, or the courage, to directly use his extraordinary ability to walk in without any notice, especially when no one else is present.

"Oh, you brought Him here directly." Dazhbog put down the schedule in his hand, closed the book for recording, and brushed his palm over it, and a bright golden seal appeared on it, Temporarily seal the contents of this book.

Darborg then put down the book in which he had written the new plan, leaned over in a friendly manner, and asked: "I'm sorry, I haven't been able to see you for a while. I heard Oseikus say that you have been following me. Can you get used to living in the courtyard with Ourolius?"

The light under Zoya's black veil moved slowly: "Yes."

Dazhberg was a little helpless for such an overly brief answer. He wanted to try to guide Zoya to express more thoughts: "I know what Ourolius does on weekdays. If you want to do something else, If you find it boring to stay in the garden all the time, you can tell me.”

"The fate in the courtyard is changing and will never be boring." Zoya replied softly, as if even she herself wasn't quite sure why she said that.

Seeing that Dazhberg was habitually deep in thought, Saslier had no choice but to remind him: "Considering Ourolius's performance, this may be the influence of the source of the 'destiny' pathway."

"Well, there will be a chance to verify this in the future." Dazhberg quickly retracted his thoughts and stared at the wandering light spots. "Because your body is not convenient for movement now, we have been planning for a while. , would you like to change your body? I think it will make it easier for you to move freely, and at least... it will allow you to see things."

"I do," the light trembled slightly, and the buzzing became stronger, "What do I need to pay?"

Sasril smiled and shook his head: "This is not a deal, Zoya, you can treat it as a gift."

Dazhberg glanced at his own half: "Yes, this is a gift."