Chapter 183 Gray: Wisdom comes to me (10,000 words, please subscribe!)
The moonlight is cold.
Under night.
The beautiful woman in a white dress opened her crystal silver wings and flew quickly with the moonlight wings blessed by the moon god.
Celine's long, snow-white hair exuded a silvery glow under the moonlight, and her emerald green eyes looked at the moonfire rising by the lake in the distance, with vigilance flashing in her eyes.
Baron Yeats has mastered the moonlight fighting spirit...he will definitely be there, fighting against the invaders!
Soon.
Celine flew to the lakeside and saw Yeats and his party standing in a stalemate with the large shadow beast, her eyes turned cold.
Moonlight spells and shadow spells restrain each other.
The shadow beast was obviously extremely passive when facing the Moonlight Saint.
Celine stretched out her slender hand, and the moonlight in her hand gathered into a shining silver long bow, and she drew the bow and set the arrow.
Phew!
The arrow of the moon penetrates the body of the Shadow Executioner!
Celine landed gracefully, the long bow in her hand slowly dissipating.
Facing the surprised people, an elegant smile appeared on his face:
"I saw the fighting and rushed over."
Ju En knew this Moonlight Saint, and felt that the situation had developed far beyond the scope of a trial, and frowned:
" Princess Celine, why are you and Baron Yeats here? What happened to the shadow beast just now? "
Celine broke into the trial with the shadow beast, and she and Yeats stood in front of each other. Come to the rescue in a nutshell.
Hearing this, June hissed, a little caught off guard, and said:
"Then... do we still want to catch this fish of wisdom?"
"Of course." Yeats said, "After all, only by catching the fish of wisdom can we become the chosen one of magic and let Migne Wa's eyes are set here to prevent her from being blinded by the power of the goddess of the night! "
The cold and hoarse words in the silent night rang directly in Yeats's heart.
“You seem to know the goddess of the night very well...Baron Yeats.”
Yeats’s hairs were chilling.
This voice was quite familiar to him.
Prince Lothair!
呲~
In the dark night, Lothair burst into action, slicing through the dim light with his dagger and piercing Celine's back.
He knew that among this group of people, Celine from the Moonlight Church had the best means to restrain him, so he used the Shadow Executioner as a bait, waiting for the moment when Celine's defenses were relaxed.
Celine's robe was instantly stained red with blood. Her body swayed, her cheeks were pale, but her brows were only heroic. She ignited the moonfire spell in her palms and blasted the assassin behind her with her backhand.
But Lothair had already taken the lead and pulled out the dagger, his figure disappearing into the darkness, even his breath disappeared, only his hoarse voice echoed.
“I have to admit that the Moonlight Sonata is an excellent piece of music, so excellent that... I am even a little jealous of your talent, Lord Yeats.”
“Growing up, The only people who can admire me so much are my brother and you, Yeats.”
“But it’s a pity that you are all heading to the same place!”
Lothair's figure appeared again.
He was even a four-ring assassin, and his dagger completely blocked Yeats' escape route!
Yeats and Lothair looked at each other.
Behind the mask, Lothair's cold and determined eyes were filled with hatred and jealousy.
At this critical moment, activate the Thousand Illusion Eyes!
Yeats's eyes lit up with the light of 'fear magic'.
For some reason, the illusion Yeats released this time was extremely effective.
Even Lothair, the high-level transcendent, gave up the desire to attack and stood there blankly.
Lotel saw the fear in his heart... He hid behind the door and saw with his own eyes his violent father killing his biological mother.
His biological mother was just an ordinary maid, and she was blessed by her drunken father, so she gave birth to him.
Although Lothair was a prince, he was the most despised illegitimate son. After his mother died, his only support was his most beloved brother.
The elder brother is humble and polite, and treats him gently, but how can an illegitimate child be really taken seriously?
Inferiority, jealousy, hatred... Anger burned in Lothair's heart like a shadow. He wanted to ascend the throne at any cost. He wanted to prove that an illegitimate son could become a king better than his father and brother. A wiser monarch!
Whether it is the Dark Night Sect or the Moonlight Church, as long as it can be used by him, Lothair is willing to take chestnuts from the fire.
Suddenly.
The fear spell disappears.
Lotaire's eyes burst out with anger, the veins at the corners of his eyes were twisted, and his eyes were about to burst.
“What did you do to me?!”
I faced a mere second-level poet, but I fell into his illusion!
Lotel was both furious and incredulous.
Although I was indeed unprepared just now, this was too bizarre.
Could it be that the God of Art can enhance illusions?
Yeats did not answer, and he was a little surprised.
Originally, it was a bit difficult for Yeats’ Thousand Illusion Eyes to control the three-ring assassin who assassinated him at the banquet.
But somehow today, the effect was excellent, as if the goddess of the mist was personally there to help!
The fear spell bought precious time, and Celine cast the healing spell on herself while reciting a prayer.
There is divinity left in the body of this Moonlight Saint. When necessary, this ray of divinity can be called upon to pray for the power of the Moonlight Goddess!
The dark clouds in the sky dispersed, the moon was revealed, and the bright moonlight fell.
Celine is bathed in the moonlight, her aura is rising continuously, her long snow-white hair is floating in the wind, and silver light shines from her empty eyes!
“Lotel, I know it’s you.”
Celine's voice seems to have become a duet, with mature magnetism and elegant and cold voice intertwined and reverberating.
"You colluded with the Dark Night Sect and invaded Minerva's territory, which is an unforgivable crime!"
"Do you think you can leave here?" Lothair sneered and shouted, "Mist demon!"
After his words fell, a cloud of mist quickly shuttled through the darkness. In an instant, it split into four or five mist, turning into a faceless humanoid fog shadow assassin, fighting against everyone present. Fight.
Lotel himself threw shadow daggers, and hundreds of daggers dropped like a heavy rain from the sky above Celine, constantly weakening the light of the moonlight barrier around Celine!
Yeats held a mace and jumped towards a fog shadow assassin.
On its contourless face, it let out an exclamation of surprise and unable to identify its gender.
"Are you a barbarian or a bard?"
Make it seem like you know me.
Yeats' eyes turned cold, and he smashed the Shadow Assassin with a bang with his mace.
After all, Lothair was a strong man with four rings, and Celine was too late to let the incarnation of the Moonlight Goddess arrive, so she could only rely on a ray of divinity to support her.
Seeing this, Yeats took out Pan's flute and played calm and melodious music.
The tune of the Faun contained the power of hypnotic magic, and Lothair felt wary in his heart.
The music spell chosen by the God of Art is undoubtedly a great threat!
He used deafness on himself to block his hearing, but was shocked to find that the music was echoing directly in his mind!
"Is this flute... how is it possible?"
Lotel's eyeballs were bloodshot, and he stared at the pan flute in Yeats's hand.
This is actually an epic prop that contains divinity!
Even the Sixth Ring Master will be ecstatic to get an epic piece of equipment!
Lotel said with jealousy: "Where did you get it?"
"A gift from a friend." Yeats said matter-of-factly.
The Lady of the Mist was present that day, and she gave the Flute of Pan to Yeats.
Lotel almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.
He wished he could directly transform into a follower of the Lord of Jealousy, and said with resentment:
“You really deserve to die!”
At this time, the mist demon's encouraging voice sounded in Lothair's ears.
“I brought you the Shadow Gem.”
“Now, summon the Prince of Shadows to come!”
Lotel was already furious. The mist demon's words seemed to have magic power.
A black mist floated in.
Lothair grabbed the shadow gem glowing with purple light in the black mist, his soul felt chilled to the bone, and he roared unwillingly:
"The sword of shadow, for my use!" The shadow gem cracked and shattered, thousands of pieces of it shattered. A wailing and roaring face rushed towards Lothair's body.
And in the sky, a dark vortex spun, shadows surged in it, and overwhelming malice swept over Lothair like a tide!
Although the Shadow Prince needs to come in the form of a sword, how can a human be able to control it?
Lothair let out a heart-rending roar, his soul burning in the wrath of the shadows.
In front of him, his father's drunken, red and swollen eyes appeared, his brother's false and gentle smile appeared, and he hugged his cold body and cried loudly.
Only by climbing up...to the highest position can we wash away everything in the past!
Suddenly.
Lotel's eyes turned dark and he raised his right palm.
Boom! !
A dark shadow descended from the sky and landed on Lothair's palm.
Suddenly, Lothair clenched the sharp sword that the Shadow Prince had transformed into, as cold as a stern king.
“This power is the reason to be a king!!”
Yeats’ face was solemn.
Immediately, his pupils shrank and his eyes were stunned.
Pfft——
Lotel lowered his head in disbelief and looked at the sharp sword that broke out of his chest.
He turned around tremblingly, his lips pale.
The eyes were unwilling and shocked, reflecting the figure of a woman.
"Mist demon...you..."
The dense fog revealed a human form.
A beautiful face appeared on her face, with a playful and careless smile.
A series of question marks appeared in Yeats's mind.
Fleeing?
Did Lothair's teammates rebel? ?
My teammate is actually Daisy, the goddess of mist? !
“I have to thank you for letting me watch a good show.”
Daisy giggled: “Without you, I would have to go through a lot of trouble to see my old friends. Here~"
Lotel froze on the spot, blood and vitality quickly flowing out of his body, his pupils gradually dimmed, and he seemed to gradually understand everything, and laughed self-deprecatingly:
"So...was this the game you set up from the beginning?"
"Isn't this interesting?"
Daisy withdrew her rapier, smiled, and looked at Ye Yeats blinked:
“What do you think?”
Cold sweat dripped from Yeats’ forehead and he laughed twice: “Haha.”
This is so much fun!
Bang!
Lotel fell in a pool of blood, his eyes darkened, and all the past events came to mind.
"We...are all chess pieces of fate..."
Lotel shed tears: "But I...are unwilling...I will be a chess piece until my death... ”
Although Yeats is the God of Mist.
But now I can’t figure out whether the goddess of mist is an enemy or a friend.
The reason why she set up this trap... Yeats looked at the floating shadow sword, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and his heart was shaken.
The Prince of Shadows wants to rob Minerva of her divinity.
But Daisy, the goddess of mist, wants to take away the divinity of the Prince of Shadows!
Daisy and the Prince of Shadows both belong to lower powers, and Daisy absorbed the divinity of Pan's Labyrinth.
His divine power in the material realm is already superior to that of the Prince of Shadows.
There is still a part of divinity in the Shadow Prince's body, which originally belonged to Daisy.
If she can be returned to her original owner, Daisy may even be able to break through her shackles and achieve moderate divine power!
The mantis stalks the cicada, followed by the oriole.
Yeats sighed.
I, the Chosen God of the Mist, should be considered her ally... right?
The situation is changing rapidly.
Celine and others still looked confused.
Suddenly, a black stream of light cut across the sky.
The sword of shadow transformed by the prince of shadows ran away immediately when he saw something was wrong!
“Humph, want to escape?”
Daisy licked the corners of her lips, her beautiful eyes flashed brightly, and then she controlled the thick fog and quickly rushed towards the Shadow Sword.
The moment he is about to catch up with the Shadow Sword, his delicate hand is about to touch the hilt of the sword.
A rainbow glowed above the lake.
A figure shining with iridescence, carrying the divinity of Minerva, jumped out of the water!
Daisy stopped for a moment and was disturbed. She watched the Shadow Sword escape again and frowned slightly:
"It just happened that at this time..."
Rainbow Color The streamer flew quickly, and Yeats used the eagle eye technique to see his true form:
A salmon with iridescent scales, spreading its iridescent translucent pectoral fins, flying through the night like a flying fish!
"You guys!"
Daisy turned around and called:
"Go and catch the fish of wisdom, don't let it run around!"
This hour.
The Shadow Prince seemed to see a glimmer of light in a desperate situation.
He rushes quickly towards the Fish of Wisdom.
As long as this Minerva's divinity can be digested, he will not be afraid of the goddess of the mist, and it is still unclear who will win!
Under the night, a flying sword chased and slashed a flying fish, with a cloud of mist chasing after it.
At this critical moment of life and death, the wise fish burst out at an even more amazing speed, streaking across the sky like a rainbow-colored meteor!
The situation was chaotic, and everyone couldn't help but turn to Yeats for help.
"That's it."
Yeats said: "Catching the fish of wisdom is considered a success!"
...
At this moment.
Gray is still on her way.
"Where has everyone gone?"
Gray was disoriented and scratched his head:
"No one told me where the Fish of Wisdom will appear?"
At this time, a shining iridescent meteor flashed across the sky.
Gray's eyes lit up, she closed her eyes and made a wish, silently chanting in her heart.
"I hope I can help Yeats find the fish of wisdom!"
Bang!
The ‘Meteor’ fell into the puddle in front of Gray.
Gray was stunned for a moment.
In the puddle, the wise fish shining with iridescent light kept flapping in the stagnant water!
Gray looked at the night sky and then at the puddle.
Stayed for three seconds.
“Fish of wisdom?!” Gray said in loss of voice.
……
(End of this chapter)