Chapter 243: Clap your hands together and get what you want
"Stop fighting..."
Wayne stood in the ruins and shouted loudly. He didn't understand much about Veronica's nightmare. He only saw that after all the men in the Landau family died, the women went crazy collectively.
To put it mildly, people with high emotions, unrestrained enthusiasm, and the courage to love and hate are temperamental people.
To put it bluntly, he has intense emotional reactions, is irritable and irritable, is prone to emotions, and has extremely serious violent tendencies.
Many previous examples can prove this. Not to mention Veronica, Heaphy got married when she said she wanted to get married, and ran away from home when she said she wanted to. After seeing the intimate photos of Wayne and his rival student, he lost his mind and insisted on it on the spot. a statement.
The men of the Landau family may have a dark heart. They have a big trash can and a small trash can, but they really can't do it without them. Without them, it is equivalent to deleting the limiter of dragon blood.
Wayne howled twice, but the effect was average. The three dragons fought each other, completely ignoring him.
He tried to contact Veronica's mind, but couldn't tell who the three dragons were because of the confusion in his mind.
There is no point in trying to reason with them. We can only ask them to sit down and reason with them.
Physics cool!
"It's my turn now."
Looking at the three giant white dragons, Wayne couldn't help but want to play cards. He raised his hand and saw a field card - the natural field.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, and the three magic gems on his chest merged to extract the purest magic power, and brought it into the magical formula to transform into a perfect elf.
Standing up to two meters tall, she is so beautiful that she shines.
The black suit that changes from the combat uniform changes with the body shape, highlighting the slender figure. Except for the two rings that are a bit restrictive, there is nothing wrong with it.
The thoughts spread out, and the consciousness of the entire Landau Manor reached unity, living in balance, tacit understanding, and harmony, and every plant and plant resonated with Wayne.
An indescribable aura hangs over Landau Manor, awakening from a deep sleep, calm and full of vitality, and also has a trembling majesty.
This breath fills every corner, from a plant to a big tree, all balanced and not absolutely prominent, forming a balanced ecology.
Wayne played the role of communicator, and because of him, this piece of nature awakened to a common consciousness.
High in the sky, the three giant dragons stopped fighting and stood together due to the common enemy.
This space is Veronica's dream, projected through the nightmare corridor and distorting reality. Veronica is not the owner of the dream, she is trapped in it and cannot extricate herself, she is also part of the dream.
There is no owner of the dream, no holder of the final right of interpretation. Wayne's thinking and abilities are displayed in this space. Although his imagination will not be greatly enhanced, his abilities will not be greatly enhanced, but he will not be suppressed. Twelve percent of his strength is only Can cast 30%.
"Hohohoho——"
As the wind howled, three figures covered the sky and the sun.
The giant dragon opened its bloody mouth and spit out hot dragon breath, which was dazzlingly red and suffocatingly hot.
The moisture in the air evaporated in an instant, and the destructive power spread around, turning all life into ashes wherever it passed.
The sound of burning flames, the crackling of burned trees, and the deafening roar intertwined to compose an all-devouring symphony.
Wayne's field card was burned to the ground, and nature was no match for the flames. Landau Manor was covered in a sea of flames, and not a single plant survived.
But the indescribable aura did not dissipate. On the contrary, it seemed that the sword was sheathed and ready to go, hanging high above the dragon's head, making them panic and even more frantic.
Boom!
In the center of the sea of fire, the wind slowly blew up, growing from small to large, and then became unstoppable.
The flame vortex rose from the ground, dancing into the sky, distorting the air, and the hot breath quickly contracted. Black rain clouds formed over the cooling Landau Manor, and drizzle fell.
On the hot earth, the charred remains of the burned woods can be seen everywhere. Wayne stood among the black ruins, raising one hand, and the compressed flame vortex condensed in the palm of his hand.
The terrifying affinity to the fire element directly caused Longxi to rebel and be willing to be used by him.
Snap!
The soft sound of popping soap bubbles exploded, and the flame in Wayne's palm turned into a wisp of flame and dissipated, returning to the elements and nature.
He looked up to the sky, the light green light in his eyes pulsating slightly. He looked at the three white dragons carefully, picked the smallest among them, clenched his fist with his raised palm, and pointed at the target...
Put up a middle finger.
"Ho ho ho——" x3
Wayne's original intention was to provoke Veronica and use the opportunity of being close to wake her up.
Stop dreaming, Willie is under your fiancé’s bed.
The plan was good, and Veronica would definitely not be able to bear it, but the female dragon was unreasonable. The three white dragons all looked at the middle finger, and Wayne passively completed the gorgeous group mocking.
Three shadowy figures swooped down, spitting dragon breath from their mouths, and pillars of flame descended across each other, burning the earth with red currents and mottled light and dark.
Wayne stood intact in the center of the sea of fire. All the flames that came close to him automatically returned to the fire element and returned to nature. Facing the white dragon's bloody mouth, he made a fist with one hand and swung it forward.
There was a loud bang.
The swooping and gliding dragon roared in pain and was punched by Wayne...
The scales on his lips were cracked in several pieces, the injuries were horrific, and his gums were bleeding.
The effect of this punch was outstanding, and the taunt was powerfully delivered. Bailong became even more angry. He folded his dragon wings and crawled on all fours. Like a white hill, he pressed Wayne forward and charged forward.
Wayne turned his fists into palms, pushing the dragon with both hands, and was forced to slide backwards by the indescribable force.
The size of the two sides determines that their strength is not at the same level. Wayne can break the dragon's scales with an Arrancar, but in the face of the arrogant and unreasonable bulldozer, he can only feel helpless.
The next second, both hands were broken, and they were pressed against the chest by Dragon Kiss, pressed against the ground and pushed forward by friction.
Good news: The white dragon is Veronica, and she takes the initiative to kiss Wayne for the first time.
Bad news: It's too much passion for Wayne's spirit form to handle.
boom!
Four thick vines rise from the ground, and the surging vitality overflows with glistening green light. The four vines lock the dragon's neck, and the lower part wraps and shrinks and then expands with the vitality, turning into a thick and powerful forearm. .
The big hand of nature burst out of the ground, restraining the white dragon and making it whine.
Wayne knelt down on one knee, used his life force to repair his hands, and suddenly clasped his hands on his chest.
Just clap your hands and get whatever you want!
Rumble————
More and more vines came out of the ground, first a thick and powerful forearm, and then the entire arm. The vines formed muscle fibers, squirming and contracting, rounding the hundred-meter-long dragon and smashing it forward.
Head-to-head, back-to-back, the three white dragons fell to the ground like an Arhat on top of each other.
boom! !
The ground was hollowed with impact craters, roaring and trembling.
Dust and ashes were flying all over the sky, sporadic flames rose high, and shock waves visible to the naked eye spread in the form of white waves.
The three white dragons whined at the same time. With sharp eyes, Wayne noticed that the eyes of the white dragon in his hand flickered, and he lost his madness and regained some sense.
The physical calm method really works.
Wayne tried to communicate with his mind, but was rejected, so he picked up and smashed it again.
Wails rang out one after another, the ground shook continuously, and Veronica's eyes finally cleared.
"Wayne, are you alive again?"
"Nonsense, when did I die? It's all an illusion. Where is your brain?"
It’s grown on you, otherwise why would you be so smart!
Seeing Wayne's anger, Veronica didn't dare to reply loudly, and directly changed the topic to regain the ground for the previous moments.
"Now is not the time to talk about this. Go back and deal with it as you please. Kill them first."
Wayne took a deep breath, controlled the giant hand of nature and threw Veronica into the air, then jumped into the air and landed firmly on the back of the white dragon.
Behind him, surging fire elements gathered and turned into various weapons such as swords, guns, swords and halberds.
Veronica copied Megan's dragon look, and Wayne followed suit and copied his teacher Heaphy's dragon knight look.
Taming the dragon's blood is not that easy. Veronica has a trash can on her body. She feels uncomfortable both physically and mentally. She flutters her wings and turns over, suppressing Wayne underneath her.
"Don't be willful. This is a rare opportunity. Master the body of the dragon. This is very important for your evolution." Wayne's feet exuded magic power and stuck to Veronica's back.
The dragon's blood eats soft things but not hard things. The harder you are, the stronger she becomes. At this time, she must be obedient.
Wayne had some success in training dragons, and under the guise of 'for your own good', he reluctantly reached an agreement with Veronica and enjoyed the joy of being a dragon knight.
I’ve wanted to ride like this for a long time!
Wayne felt secretly happy and drove a dragon to fight two against two. He used his strong affinity to the fire element to make the two white dragons on the opposite side unable to do anything, and at the same time called on the nature in the field card to obey orders. Suddenly, the horn of the general attack sounded, the earth rumbled like tidal waves, and countless vine roots broke out of the ground.
Chamber.
The senior executives looked at the perfect elf in the picture and were all silent.
The Great Prophet looked around at everyone and said with satisfaction: "Since no one objects, he is mine."
"I object!"
Senna looked at Wayne with bright eyes, almost drooling with greed, and said viciously: "Wayne is my student's student. I only have one student, and my student only has one student. I will not let him go." for you."
"So what, the vassals of my vassals are not my vassals. In the same way, the students of your students are not your students." The great prophet pulled out a famous saying and refused to give in.
"Tubie, with Wayne's talent, he can definitely become the Holy Son, the first Holy Son in the history of the Natural Church." Senna also argued with reason.
Only then did she remember that when Heaphy recommended the two candidates, she emphasized Wayne's talent rather than Veronica's dragon blood.
Senna didn't care at the time. As a dragon blood owner, she was used to being arrogant and never cared about talents.
No matter how talented you are, can you still have more potential than the dragon?
Now it seems that this is indeed possible. Heaphy did not lie. Wayne's talent is higher than Veronica's.
"The natural church will not have a Holy Son. What do you want the goddess to think about it, and what do the believers think about it?"
The Great Prophet resolutely refused to obey, and put the cruel truth in front of Senna. The Holy Son can have it, but Senna has no power to break the rules. If she be honest and hand over Wayne to him, we can still be friends in the future.
Otherwise, he will make up an oracle and Wayne will return to the Temple of the Prophet. Because it is a process, Senna will not get anything.
The two stared at each other, and the Great Prophet said aggressively: "You have also seen that he is so consistent with nature, which means that he was born with a mission. He is the most perfect successor to the Great Prophet. I have been waiting for him for so many years. Appear."
"Nonsense, you already have two students. Virgil and Circe are both geniuses who are one in a million. They can communicate with nature." Senna listed the candidates for the great prophet and asked the bad old man not to be too greedy.
Especially don't grab anything from the dragon bowl, she spent forty years waiting for Wayne to grab one and try it!
"They are not perfect..."
The Great Prophet didn't want to criticize the students, but it just didn't work. Virgil and Circe were able to communicate with nature because of his years of training and investment.
Wayne is different. He can communicate with nature by relying on his own potential. He is already so strong without being taught. If he is taught, wouldn't it mean that he will go to heaven?
With this kind of talent, he was born to be a great prophet.
"Senna, you and I both know that there is no Holy Son in the Natural Church, and everyone disagrees. No matter what you say, Wayne's final achievement is just an oracle high priest."
The Great Prophet had a loud voice: "On the contrary, he has become my student and will inherit the position of Great Prophet in the future, which will be of no harm to the church and the war of faith."
What do you mean by being just an oracle-high priest?
Old guy, who are you mocking?
Several oracle high priests were furious at the same time. They pounded the table and argued with the great prophet, asking him to speak clearly. Such words that were not conducive to unity must be taken back.
The Pope said nothing, looking at the dragon-riding elves in the picture, and allowed the few people to quarrel.
The Pope likes geniuses. From his position, the more geniuses the church has, the better. They are his assets.
But if this asset threatens the saint candidate he supports, then that's a different story.
The corner of the pope's lips curled up and he said slowly: "I think the great prophet is right. Wayne's talent is destined to be extraordinary. He will become the next great prophet. This is his destiny and the responsibility he bears."
"As expected of the Pope, this is called destiny, and it is not something that some people can object to if they want to." The Great Prophet clapped his hands.
Senna is furious. She lost her ace in the last twenty years, but in this twenty years, she will not give up no matter what.
Wayne should have a firm foothold in the Natural Knights rather than the Great Prophet.
"Guys, can I interrupt?"
In the corner of the long white table, a figure with a blurry face suddenly spoke. He had been silent before, and everyone was used to his low profile.
"Deputy Captain Gavin, what do you have to say?"
"I went to Windsor some time ago. As an investigator reviewing the two candidates for the Windsor division, I was very optimistic about Wayne's talent and gave him a perfect score." Gavin said slowly.
Everyone was confused. With Gavin's status and undisciplined personality, he personally went to Windsor. It was not as simple as assessing candidates.
Thinking of this, they all looked at the Pope.
The Pope didn't want to explain anything, so he took advantage of the situation and said: "Deputy Captain Gavin, please continue."
"I think Wayne's talent is more than just the Oracle of High Priest, and he shouldn't just sit in the position of Great Prophet. This will only waste his talent..."
Gavin ignored the anger of everyone and kept silent: "I am optimistic that he will become the successor of the leader and the next chosen knight."
"What?!" xN
Everyone was shocked, and the Pope couldn't help but straighten his body, wanting to hear the source of Gavin's confidence.
"Candidate Wayne received a natural response with his cultivation as a Silver Mage. From this point of view, he is the perfect candidate for the Great Prophet, but..."
Gavin changed the subject: "He has been studying magic for less than a year. He has not fully realized his talent. He should not stop here. You people cannot decide his fate. Only goddesses are qualified."
"Gudu!"
Senna swallowed softly. She had already overestimated Wayne's talent, but she didn't expect Gavin to be more optimistic about Wayne than she was. He opened his mouth and called the God's Chosen Knight, pushing Wayne's talent and potential to the peak.
If her student's student becomes a natural knight, who is qualified to compete with her to be the next pope? When she becomes the pope, who will dare to go against her?
No.
If you are bolder, the term of the current pope could end early.
"Gavin, you are too arbitrary!"
The Pope said coldly: "Does Mr. Mulla know what you said? If it is just your personal wishful thinking, take it back now."
Mulla is the current Natural Knight. His term of office is unknown. He is nominally the head of the Natural Knights. Apart from the honor of the Knight, he refuses all rights. However, because of the name of the God's Chosen Knight, his identity is the greatest power.
What an honor it is for the goddess to walk on earth as a knight.
As long as Mulla opens his mouth, all members of the Natural Knights will die for him, and even all believers will follow his orders.
In comparison, the Pope is only the highest level of administrative decision-making in the church. He is the elected leader and cannot talk to the goddess himself.
"Mr. Mulla doesn't know. I once asked Wayne that he has no idea of becoming a knight. He has a cognitive defect in his talent. Maybe he is modest. He thinks his talent is too poor." Gavin told the truth. road.
The Pope breathed a sigh of relief. The situation changed too quickly. A genius suddenly appeared, which made him feel that he could not suppress Senna. Although the fault was not with Wayne, he did feel a little disgusted with Wayne.
Why are you so talented? Do you want to be the Pope?
Go to hell, don’t even think about it, Holy Son, you can only be a great prophet in this life.
Things will change later, and the Pope decided to implement Wayne's whereabouts as soon as possible.
In order to avoid Gavin's brain twitching, he really recommended Wayne to Mullah. Mullah was enthusiastic and handed the elemental mantra directly to Wayne.
Can Wayne pass the test of the goddess and become the chosen knight on the spot...
Although it's unlikely, there's no need to take the risk.
The Pope glanced at Senna and directly contacted the Great Prophet. He gave Wayne a bad review in this game and tried every means to make him leave the game.
The Great Seer understood instantly, noticed Senna's mental connection, and blocked her directly.
Don’t contact me again for fear that the Pope will misunderstand me.
Senna probably understood something, snorted coldly, and left the scene early as her thoughts dispersed.
You must meet with Wayne as soon as possible, lest the young man can't resist the temptation and really think that the position of the great prophet is some kind of sweet potato.
Upon seeing this, the Great Prophet followed and left the meeting hall.
The crystal ball is still playing the picture of the dragon riding the elf, and the senior officials have already left their minds, wondering how the fight between the two will end.
"Since there's nothing to do, let's get going. Let's think about the ratings when we get back. These candidates are all very good." The Pope left some unclear words and took a first look at the excitement.
The Pope has left, and the others are too lazy to pretend. They said a few words and their thoughts went offline.
"The church has become like this after all." Gavin did not leave. He looked at the performance of other candidates on the crystal ball and gave an impartial rating.
He knows that his rating is not important, but his persistence is.
"If the leader is willing, the church will definitely not become like this..."
(End of chapter)