Chapter 137 The Holy Maiden of the Mist
On the cliff by the sea.
The woman wearing the silver-plated mask had a slim figure and wore a robe that hugged her delicate body and accentuated her curves. She looked at the mercenaries who were fleeing, giggling and leaning back and forth with joy.
"Lady Daisy, when you have had enough fun, put away the blue dragon illusion——"
'Mistweaver' Airal's communication technique sounded, and his voice sounded a little worried:
"It wouldn't be fun if we lured a master-level extraordinary person here!"
The voice of Daisy, the Saint of the Mist, was full of charm, and she smiled charmingly:
"It would be interesting to deceive the master too, hahaha~"
The silvery laughter made Ellar's scalp tingle.
No one in the Mist Sect knows what Daisy’s real name is, and even her title of saint seems very unreliable.
However, Daisy can really invoke the divinity of the Mist Goddess, so she was recognized by the higher-ups of the sect.
Honestly, Elal doesn’t know who is at the top of the sect. The structure of the Mist Sect is quite chaotic, and anyone in the sect may be in a high position.
But everyone is a believer in the way of the mist. As long as they are happy enough, nothing else matters.
Although Ailal was a little worried about making too much noise, looking at the chaotic scene on the beach, a smile gradually appeared on his lips.
However, at this time.
Ailal's eyes reflected the figure of a silver-haired boy.
He stood next to the cliff, his clothes flying, looking directly at the oppressive adult blue dragon.
“Lord God Envoy?!” Airal’s pupils contracted.
"God's envoy~ Sir?" Daisy imitated Airal's exaggerated tone and chuckled, "When did there be a God's envoy in the sect? How come I didn't know about it?"
Elal secretly thought, the identity of the God Envoy is unquestionable and more credible than the identity of the saint!
After all, the divine envoy has the feat of provoking a war between the goddess of the night and the goddess of moonlight!
Can other mist believers do it?
At the same time.
Yeats calmly looked at the adult blue dragon in mid-air, thinking about his plan.
“There must be Mist believers nearby, and in order to consolidate the ‘god envoy identity’ I established before, it is necessary to show off my methods in front of the Mist believers.” Yeats thought secretly:
"Illusion happens to be a spell that I am good at dealing with. There are two god-given spells: analyzing opponents and seeing through. I can deal with this blue dragon illusion!"
The expressions of Crane Doyle and writer Lalon In a hurry, I looked back and found that Yeats and his party were still on the cliff.
"Baron Yeats!" Crane Doyle called urgently, "The blue dragon cannot be competed by extraordinary people below the master! Let's go!"
At the same moment.
A crimson light flashed in Yeats' eyes, scanning the blue dragon's body like an infrared ray.
Analyze the opponent and be able to analyze the opponent's weaknesses.
On the forehead of the blue dragon, a large magic crystal shines brightly. In addition, this blue dragon is entirely made of mist.
"It's really an illusion!"
Yeats's eyes narrowed and he drew his sword.
Boom! !
The adult blue dragon opened its bloody mouth and roared at Yeats, with violent thunder rushing towards him!
“Master!” Phokas’ eyes were horrified.
"It doesn't matter." Gray had already seen the clues and was quite calm, "Yeats must have already had a countermeasure!"
Clan Doyle broke into a cold sweat and finished thinking. A noble baron died in my territory!
The next moment.
Crane Doyle's eyes widened.
See you.
A sharp moonlight emerged from the edge of Yeats's sword. The brilliance pierced the thunder and lightning and rushed towards the blue dragon's forehead.
Click!
In an instant, the blue dragon's illusion was shattered.
"This is actually an illusion?!"
Crane Doyle was shocked.
“What kind of illusionist can create such real illusions!”
“Baron Yeats is also incomprehensible...”
"He seemed to know at a glance that the blue dragon was not a dragon, and he also had extremely powerful means of restraining illusions!"
On the cliff.
A strange light flashed in the eyes of Mistweaver Airal.
As expected of the God Envoy, he easily saw through the illusion created by the Holy Lady!
During this ceremony, it is said that the Goddess of Mist will send an oracle to select the 'new leader' of the Mist Sect.
The Holy Lady also became active because of this.
But... Airal's eyes narrowed.
I choose Lord God Envoy, he is the one everyone hopes for!
“Huh?”
Mist Saint Daisy said softly, her slender hands on her slim waist, and there was a hint of curiosity in her charming voice.
"In the name of the mist, the Lord God Envoy you are talking about is quite capable!" Of course... Airal cursed... After all, the Lord God Envoy deceived me in the first place!
"Hmph, then let me meet him again and see what other abilities he has."
Daisy snorted softly, her body was shrouded in mist, and she disappeared in an instant.
Elal was thoughtful.
By the way, as long as the Holy Lady is also deceived, then the matter of me being deceived will not be considered a scandal!
On the beach.
The mercenaries were safe and sound, running out of breath.
A dwarf looked at the silver-haired young man who defeated the blue dragon on the cliff, his eyes were shocked, and he couldn't speak clearly.
"Boss, did you see, he, he defeated the adult blue dragon with one move!?"
The leader was a female from the Isu tribe, a blond lion-eared dragon. The elder sister, Helga, has a strong body, strong long legs, and the beauty of bronze muscles full of power. She carries a pair of axes on her back.
The coat of arms on the armor represents the 'Manticore Mercenary Group', a famous and powerful mercenary group in the southern continent, with branches in various kingdoms.
Helga's eyes flickered, then she thought about it and said hoarsely:
"It seemed to be an illusion, that's why the young man was able to break it so easily..."
Helga Erjia secretly thought... However, being able to identify and break the illusion in just a few breaths is quite amazing!
Next to the temple.
Writer Lalong is writing furiously on a pamphlet.
Crane Doyle looked sideways and saw Lalong writing:
"On this day, Baron Yeats showed his masterly style and killed the evil dragon with one blow!"< br>
Klan was speechless and said: "What he killed was obviously an illusion, right?"
Lalong said calmly: "Mr. Klan, you know, this is exaggerated rhetoric, only This will sell well!”
Crane: "..."
If you can publish a book, publish more!
The blue dragon illusion dissipated, and a large magic crystal fell from it. Yeats estimated that it was worth at least a thousand gold coins!
Seeing that the magic crystal was about to sink into the sea, the snow owl fell from the clouds like an arrow, grabbed the magic crystal, and brought it back to Yeats' hands steadily.
"Gu~" The snowy owl raised its head, its small yellow eyes full of pride.
Yeats was very happy that his snowy owl also had a built-in picking function!
The Misty Saint Daisy is located in a seaside cave, looking at the silver-haired boy, and whispering to herself:
"I didn't see it until I got closer... This divine envoy is so handsome, he is qualified. When the God of Love makes..."
However.
He hasn't noticed my existence yet.
It seems that the vigilance ability of this divine envoy is not very good, right?
While Daisy was thinking.
On the sea surface, a huge whirlpool rolled up, and an adult blue dragon similar to the blue dragon just now appeared from the whirlpool!
"Oh? Are you starting to use illusions to retaliate against me?"
Daisy stared at the blue dragon with interest, then fell silent, and her delicate body trembled slightly.
How is this possible? This blue dragon was not condensed using the methods of the Mist Goddess?
Daisy was shocked to find that she could not see through the illusion created by the angel!
On the cliff.
The blue dragon appeared again, causing Yeats' eyes to change slightly.
It’s over, the divinity of the Mist Goddess in the body is not responding!
This seems to be a blue dragon that appears halfway!
The blue dragon flapped its wings, thunder swirled around its body, a terrifying aura enveloped the entire sea, and the sky became gloomy.
Lalong and Kelan were much more relaxed, talking and laughing.
“It seems like this is another illusion of a blue dragon?”
“Yes, Baron Yeats can make a fortune from magic crystals again!”
At this time, Yeats passed by the two of them like a wind: ─=≡Σ(Д`)
Lalong and Kelan looked at Yeats who was fleeing far away, with blank expressions on their faces.
Yeats ran back to Gray and Furkas from the edge of the cliff, beckoning them to run away together.
"This is not a real blue dragon, Yeats." Gray rarely said seriously, "This blue dragon must be a fake too!"
Yeats was stunned. , said: "How are you sure?"
"Because the real blue dragon is not like this -"
Gray waved his hands: "No one understands dragons better than me!"
"But, this dragon doesn't look like this It's an illusion." Yeats said in a strange tone.
Gray thought for a while, then turned his head and said, "Could it be a 'mirage'? As Baron Crane mentioned just now, it is not caused by magic, but by natural weather?"< br>
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in Yeats's mind, like a detective being accidentally awakened by his assistant.
He stared at the sea surface under the blue dragon, and there was a vague shadow in it. Suddenly, the corresponding information about the ingredients appeared in his mind!
“Got it!”
Yeats shouted.
“This is a shallow sea monster that can create mirages——”
“Mirage!”
(End of this chapter)