Chapter 260 Daisy: So boring! Sleepwalking in the Underworld
The next day.
The second round of the competitive competition is about to be held.
It is said that the winner of this duel event will be able to obtain the combat skill 'Fierce Lion Slash' passed down from the royal family.
Combat skills are also divided into strengths and weaknesses, and this "Fierce Lion Slash" is said to be a self-created combat skill created by Emperor Fred the Great when he unified the Golden Lions.
Its simplified version "Golden Lion Slash" is widely circulated and is a secret skill that the knights of the Golden Lion are proud of.
The full version of Fierce Lion Slash is like a lion swooping down when performed, with terrifying momentum and a fatal temptation for knights.
For a time, in addition to the noble children, demon hunters and adventurers from all over the Golden Lion gathered in Lundu, and the arena, taverns, hotels and other places were bustling with activity.
The competition adopts a 64-strong elimination system. Common people need to participate in the audition, while Yeats and other aristocratic children directly advance to the top 64.
The audition has been held in the King's Arena. Yeats did not go to watch, but stayed in the manor to practice scarlet fighting spirit.
Currently, Yeats has scarlet blood drops from two vampire marquises, which contain the original power of the vampires and can greatly accelerate the growth of scarlet fighting spirit.
In the quiet room, Yeats carefully aroused the scarlet power in the blood droplets, swallowed it into his soul realm, and let the power seeds of the scarlet fighting spirit digest it.
After repeating this many times, Yeats clearly felt the scarlet fighting spirit growing stronger and slowly exhaled.
"According to this progress, I will be promoted to the fifth ring by the end of the competition in September."
Yeats couldn't help but feel a sense of expectation.
The five-ring hero is already considered the best in the entire continent.
In the past, when fighting against a five-ring bishop like Pedro, he still had to hold on to Herod's thigh, but now he can win with his own strength!
At this time, Yeats noticed something strange in the realm of the soul and exclaimed:
“The divinity of the mist has become weak?”
“Could it be that Dai What’s going on in the west?”
Yeats frowned, then slowly relaxed, and murmured:
"No, I can still use the Mist Blessing, but the power is a little weaker. It should be because Daisy's divine power has declined."
“But, why did her divine power suddenly drop?”
“It can’t be because she wants to interfere in the human world, so she deliberately let her divine power slip back to a low-level divine power?”< br>
The divine realm is separated from the atrium by a rainbow bridge. The stronger the divine power, the greater the restrictions on interfering with the atrium.
If she returns to low-level divine power, it will be more convenient for Daisy to walk around the world...
Yeats looked complicated.
This guess is actually very consistent with Daisy’s character!
Leaving the quiet room, Yeats came to the hall. Furkas said that a distinguished guest was visiting, Archbishop Torbin from the northern diocese.
Yeats was a little surprised... Torbin supposedly didn't know that I was the Chosen of the Mist. He came to visit me this time. Could it be that Daisy leaked the news?
However, his arrival this time must be related to the 'abnormality of the mist's divinity'. Yeats went out to receive him in person, and after chatting with Torbin for a moment, the two of them immediately came to the drawing room.
After some probing, Torbin spoke openly and took the initiative to say that he was here for the Lady of the Mists.
"In the name of Kirigakure! Lord Chosen God, have you noticed anything unusual about the goddess of the mist?" Torbin said nervously, "Even the divinity of the mist in my body has dissipated. The blessing can no longer be used!"
Yeats was slightly stunned, but why can my blessing of mist still be used? Could it be because Daisy took special care of her?
Yeats's face remained as usual and he said calmly: "I have noticed it too."
"This is quite rare. Is it possible that the goddess has really died?" Thorbin closely observed Yeats's reaction.
Yeats shook his head, and said with some resentment: "It seems that your practice is not good enough!"
Torbin was stunned.
"Doctrine says, death is also an illusion. Even if the goddess of the mist dies, it must be part of her plan." Yeats said calmly:
"You just need to continue to act. My Holy Light Archbishop, just serve the mist in secret!”
Torbin was startled, with sincere respect in his eyes.
How else could he be chosen by the God of Mist? Even in the face of the goddess's demise, he doesn't change his expression!
"Yes, Lord Chosen of God." Torbin said respectfully, "Then I will take my leave first."
Yeats nodded slightly and sat in the empty living room, lost in thought. .
‘The Black Knight once said that [King Solomon’s Seal Ring] is located in Avalon. ’
Yeats secretly thought: 'Could Daisy's plan be related to this signet ring? ’
Avalon, the legendary holy place where the Sword in the Lake is buried. Lorraine was baptized in the lake of Avalon and received the blessing from the lake fairy.
After Lorraine's death, he ordered the knights to return the Sword in the Lake to Avalon. Since then, Avalon seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, and there is no record of it anymore.
But Yeats has read the background story, and the Sword in the Stone is the key to opening [Avalon].
If Daisy wants to travel to Avalon, the Sword in the Stone will be the key to her plan.
Yeats frowned.
“It is better for the Sword in the Stone to be in Daisy’s hands than to fall into the hands of Lord Blood Spider...”
Originally, Lord Blood Spider’s plan was in Yeats’s control. The variable appearance of Daisy really gave Yeats a headache.
"That's it for now, let's win the championship of the competition first."
Yeats rubbed his eyebrows.
"The combat skill of Fierce Lion Slash is very effective against enemies with high toughness, and it has greatly improved me!"
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Night enveloped Silver Birch Manor.
Lying on the brass four-poster bed, Yeats was drowsy with sleep, and in a daze, he could only hear the sound of crying.
"Yeats...Yeats, it's so cold here..."
In his hazy state of consciousness, Yeats was suddenly startled, that was Daisy's voice!
Opening his eyes and looking around, a cold air spread from the soles of Yeats's feet to the top of his head, and his expression became solemn.
Everything nearby is shrouded in a dark mist, day and night, silent and silent, only a cold gray. The black river flows quietly, and the banks are piled with broken tombstones. There is a stern palace on the other side of the river. The obsidian walls are covered with bones and skeletons. There are ghosts with twisted shadows wandering along the river. The air is cold and the atmosphere is terrifying!
Yeats felt a cold hand grab his hand, his hair stood on end, and he was about to turn his head.
Daisy’s voice said softly:
"You must not look back at me."
"Only if you follow my instructions and move forward, can we leave the underworld together, otherwise, we will stay here forever."
Ye There were countless questions in Yeats's mind, and she shuddered:
"Underworld? How did I get here? What happened to you?"
"Go forward, Yeats, remember my words , just move forward.”
There was an undeniable toughness in Daisy's gentle voice.
The underworld, one of the nine planes, in this hellish world, if Yeats wants to survive, he can only follow the guidance of the goddess of the mist.
He held Daisy's hand and walked in the dark underworld, her warning ringing in his ears.
"Remember, no matter what I say, you can't look back."
"Okay..."
In the heavy fog that shrouded the sky, Yeats didn't know how far he had walked when he saw a field in front of him. The field was covered with brilliant periwinkles. In the center of the field, there stood a statue over a hundred meters high. Giant, he held a scale in one hand and a thick book in the other, completely unaware of Yeats's eyes closed and still.
“This is the [Place of Periwinkle], the judge of the underworld, who is responsible for deciding whether a person’s soul enters a place of pain or a place of happiness.”
“Then why did he ignore it? "We?"
"Because we are leaving the underworld and are not under his control," Daisy said lightly, "Let's move forward"
Through the field surrounded by periwinkles, In the heavy fog, an obsidian city wall spanning thousands of miles appeared ahead, blocking out the sky and the sun. A rectangular door was open, and a giant black dog guarding the door was squatting there with his back to Yeats.
Hearing the noise, Yeats saw the giant black dog turn around and hissed.
The burly body has three heads with fierce eyes, spitting out fire with a sulfurous breath. It has a ferocious appearance and a sharp breath. It is already a sacred level monster!
"Ignore the three-headed dog of the underworld and go straight forward." Daisy said.
Yeats took a deep breath and slowly walked towards the gate of the underworld. He looked at the three-headed dog of the underworld out of the corner of his eye and felt the realm of his soul tremble.
Leaving the gate of the underworld is a terrifying forest, covered with black poplars, with only steel leaves on the trees. When a gust of wind came, the iron blades fell like steel needles. Yeats took Daisy's hand and passed through the iron forest dangerously. A black river with turbulent waves blocked their way.
Yeats looked at the black water flowing with icy edges, as if countless dead souls were wailing in the river, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
“River Styx?”
“Correct answer.” Daisy chuckled, “Look, there is a bridge there. If you don’t want to fight the skeleton general on the bridge, you have to find a boat. Cross the river."
After searching for a while, Yeats soon saw the bridge over the Styx that Daisy mentioned. It was a suspension bridge, and standing on the bridge was a ferocious withered skeleton, wearing pitch black armor and holding a giant halberd.
"If this is Soul Like, General Withered Bones must be a role similar to a big tree guard." Yeats murmured, "It is impossible to cross the river by boat. Only by killing him can we cross the river."
"What are you talking about? The ship is coming!" Daisy spat. Yeats was slightly startled when he saw a small boat coming from the bumpy Styx River. The boatman on the boat was wearing a dark robe that covered his whole body, like the god of death, and he was slowly approaching with his pole on the boat.
"..." The boatman was silent, his face covered with black mist, and his red eyes stared at Yeats.
“Give him your ancient coins.”
“Huh? I don’t have this thing?”
"Mammon's coin...you have it, I'm sure of it."
Yeats was stunned for a moment, groped for a while, and found an ancient coin used to communicate with the Ghost Society: "Is this it? "
The boatman was still silent, but a ray of light appeared in his eyes, he breathed excitedly, and nodded repeatedly.
Yeats reached out and handed the coin to the boatman. The boatman took it as a treasure with both hands, wiped it on his sleeves, and then carefully put it into his arms, then picked up the boat pole again and signaled Yeats to get on the boat. .
Yeats boarded the rocking boat and was about to turn around when he suddenly remembered Daisy's warning. He suppressed his curiosity and whispered: "Hold my hand."
"I will." Daisy said gently, "Because only a poet like you can make the underworld open to you."
Yeats was startled: "Why?"
"The god of death and the underworld loves poetry, and she especially likes spring poetry, because there is never spring in the underworld."
The boat sailed leisurely on the Styx River, and Yeats looked at the heavy fog shrouding the Styx River. , puzzled:
"Daisy, why did you appear in the underworld? What happened to me?"
There was a hint of depression in Daisy's voice.
"As you can see, the reason why I came to the underworld is because... I died."
Yeats was stunned: "What did you say?"
"Don't feel sorry for me. This is normal. Even gods will fall. And I have offended many gods. If they want to devour my authority, they will naturally attack me."
Daisy was so calm. Like telling other people's stories.
"But... you are obviously already of moderate power, and you have taken refuge in Minerva, how could you suddenly..." Yeats stopped talking, his eyes flashed, thoughtfully.
"It is precisely because I have medium divine power that I am qualified to pass through the underworld and be resurrected again."
Daisy said lightly: "Although this will make my divine power drop to the lowest level. Waiting for divine power, but at least, there is another chance..."
Yeats suddenly spoke, with a strange tone: "You are not thinking that it is too boring because medium divine power cannot interfere with the Atrium Continent, so you want to Why don't you die for some fun?"
With Daisy's character, Yeats suspected that she would even commit suicide just for fun!
After all, it has been clearly written in the teachings of the Mist Sect:
“Death is also an illusion,”
Daisy: “Haha, the exit of the underworld is just ahead. "
Yeats: "...Am I right?"
Daisy chuckled: "What do you think?"
Yeats had arrived at the shore, with the exit of the underworld in front of him, but he suddenly stopped, ignored Daisy's warning, and looked back.
What appeared in front of me was the beautiful face of the gray-haired goddess, with a playful smile on her face and a glimmer of light in her eyes.
"I think... you are lying to me." Yeats said calmly, "Look, nothing happened when I turned around, because this is a dream, and you did not die at all."
“You——”
Daisy smiled and suddenly stretched out her two hands and pinched Yeats’s cheeks.
"Otherwise you are my divine choice. You know me quite well."
Yeats was speechless and said:
"So, this time you What’s the plan? Is it [King Solomon’s Seal Ring]?”
“Huh, it must be the Black Knight, the god of strategy, who told you her prophecy.”
Daisy. Said lazily: "But, I haven't even thought about what I want to do...Anyway, it depends on my mood!"
Yeats: "..."
"For the sake of you seeing through this dream, I decided to give you a reward." Daisy said with a smile.
Yeats was startled: "What reward?"
"Quite an interesting reward." Daisy's pretty eyes were frivolous and she smiled, "Come over here."
Yeats looked wary and took half a step back, but Daisy leaned forward and gently put her hand on Yeats's shoulder.
A surge of divinity surged into Yeats, and a sound sounded in his ears.
【You have mastered a new spell! 】
[Spell·Suspended Death: Four Rings. You touch a willing creature and it becomes stiff as if dead. You can touch the target again to end this spell. This spell can be cast on oneself, and the state of suspended animation will disappear automatically after the casting time. This spell is blessed by the mist and its effect is enhanced. 】
Yeats felt a chill in his heart.
This spell already implies that Daisy is not dead!
Daisy echoed:
“Before I return to the Kingdom of God, please do not reveal my whereabouts, understand?”
“Understand, you want your believers to be in fear for a while longer ." Yeats said.
Daisy nodded with satisfaction and said: "Death is also an illusion. Believers who can understand this will make great progress in the way of the mist. This is my favor to the believers."
Yeats: "..."
It would be too unlucky to be a follower of Daisy!
"Okay, you should go."
Daisy seemed to have suddenly lost interest in Yeats, and said calmly:
"When necessary, I will I’ll meet you again.”
Yeats is used to Daisy’s hot and cold moods, the goddess of illusion and the old CPU master.
"I want to ask, how do I get out of here?" Yeats looked around.
“Look into my eyes.” Daisy said.
Yeats looked at her beautiful face, her gray eyes were deep and as calm as a lake.
I saw Daisy suddenly grinning and making a face at herself.
Yeats: "..."
The goddess of mist is quite cute!
A strong feeling of sleepiness came over me.
Yeats couldn't help but yawned and closed his eyes.
When I opened my eyes again, the sun was shining brightly outside the window, and the gentle chirping of birds could be heard.
In Yeats's inspection panel, the additional "suspended death" means that what just happened was not a dream.
There was a knock on the door.
"Master, His Majesty the King has sent an invitation."
"Invitation?" Yeats stood up, "Let me have a look."
A moment Finally, Yeats opened the invitation with complicated eyes.
“What’s wrong?” Phokas asked strangely.
"This is an invitation to a wedding." Yeats said, "Guess, for whom is this wedding held by His Majesty the King?"
Forcas shook his head.
"The woman is the biological mother of the Duke of Cornwall, and is now the nominal leader of the Cornwall family."
Yeats said: "And the man...is the hand of the king, Colin!"
Fokas was slightly startled, thought for a moment, and said:
"His Majesty holds this wedding with far-reaching intentions... Everyone knows that Colin represents His Majesty's will. Allowing Colin to marry the biological mother of the Duke of Cornwall will undoubtedly make the Cornwall family his political allies."
In the Middle Ages, it was relatively common for female nobles in high positions to remarry out of political considerations. For example, "Eleanor of Aquitaine", this duchess was both the queen of King Louis VII of France and the queen of King Henry II of England. She later became the Queen Mother of England and the biological mother of the King of England.
Yeats’ eyes flashed.
This wedding is a trap set by the Lionheart King for the Blood Spider. The king will also be present at the wedding, and his defenses are lax, which is a good opportunity for assassination!
Even if the Blood Spider knows that this is a trap, he will never miss it, because the Lionheart King has entered the game with his body, and it is also an opportunity for her to obtain the Sword in the Stone.
"The wedding is scheduled after the duel."
Yeats secretly sighed: "This is another bloody wedding..."
(End of this chapter)
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