Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 219 My name is Fulilian

The jet-black armor on Balzac's chest shattered the moment it was hit by the attack.

The violent energy turbulence slammed into his body, completely destroying his flesh and blood along with the magic circuit.

His huge body flew backwards, farther and more awkwardly than before, even plowing a deep ditch on the ground.

"Cough cough..."

Volame's face turned much paler.

In order to catch up with Balzac quickly, she spent a lot of magic power on flying.

I originally wanted to rest and recover when I arrived at the destination, but I happened to encounter Balzac slaughtering the village and was forced to fight.

At this moment, the magic power in her body was less than one-third of the usual amount.

In the attack just now, she had released almost all of her remaining magic power. Those light spears and ice spears were also formed after the magic power was condensed and compressed.

Its true power should not be underestimated.

I just don't know if this attack can completely destroy the demon general.

Volame's eyes were fixed on the direction where Balzac fell.

The smoke and dust cleared, and Balzac slowly stood up.

Most of the armor on his chest had been shattered, revealing a horrific wound underneath that was bleeding.

The aura on his body also became extremely unstable. It was obvious that Volame's attack had caused him serious damage.

Balzat stared at Volame, the contempt in his eyes had long disappeared, replaced by a hint of fear.

"Human, you are powerful!" Balzat's voice was distorted by the pain of the magic burning in his body, "But it is not enough!"

He no longer held back, and his magic was completely released.

Rich black magic power gushed out from his body, forming a thicker layer on his body surface, similar to armor. Even his body size became larger because of this armor, emitting an even more terrifying pressure.

Balzat opened his huge mouth, and this time he was even faster. A violent undercurrent of energy came out directly from his mouth, bombarding Volame and the entire village indiscriminately.

Wherever it passed, the ground cracked and everything turned to ashes. It was a large-scale destructive blow.

Volame's pupils suddenly contracted.

In her current state, although she can use defensive magic to protect herself, she cannot protect the village behind her.

at this time.

Countless vines sprouted from the ground!

It's Ella.

She had dealt with most of the demons and returned in time.

She pressed her hands on the ground, and magical light shot up into the sky with her as the center, summoning countless thick vines, which instantly turned into an enormous green barrier, blocking Volame and the village.

boom! boom! boom!
The dark shock wave slammed into the barrier of green vines, making a deafening noise.

Ella struggled a bit, but she managed to maintain the barrier to prevent it from breaking.

"Volame!" Ella shouted through gritted teeth.

Volame immediately understood what Ella meant.

This is opportunity.

Balzac unleashed his full-strength attack at a moment when his own defense was relatively weak.

She took a deep breath and began to mobilize all the remaining magic power in her body.

This time, she did not release any elemental magic, but instead concentrated all her magic power into one point.

A pure white light lit up at her fingertips.

The light was not dazzling, but it contained a terrifying aura that penetrated everything.

call out!
This white light shot out from Volame's fingertips.

It was silent and in the blink of an eye, it rushed in front of Balzac, so fast that he had no time to react and was hit directly by the white light.

The part that was hit was the bloody wound on his chest.

puff!

Balzac's violent attack came to an abrupt halt.

His huge body suddenly stiffened, and he slowly lowered his head and looked at his chest.

There, in the center of the original wound, a hole the size of a bowl appeared.

The edge of the hole was charred black and emitted white smoke. All the flesh and blood inside the wound, along with his own magic core, were completely annihilated.

"No...impossible!"

Balzac's huge body shook for a moment, with a hint of disbelief still in his eyes, and the next second he fell to his knees.

The magical aura on his body began to dissipate, starting from his feet, and his entire body gradually turned into ashes. Only his scarlet eyes were still staring at Volame in the distance, full of resentment and unwillingness, until the light completely dimmed.

The demon general Balzac fell.

The aftereffects of the huge consumption of magic power began to appear, and Volame's body began to shake slightly.

Ella was quick to act and held her firmly.

"Are you okay?" Ella looked at the pale Volame in her arms, her heart filled with shock.

She never expected that the other party actually did it.

He was a famous general among the demons, second only to the Seven Collapse Sages. How could he actually be conquered by the other side?
"I'm fine." Volame shook her head. She was fine. "It's just that I used up a bit of magic power. I'll be fine after a while. Let's go check on the villagers first."

Ella nodded and helped Volame to lean against the tree.

She looked around and saw that the battle was basically over.

The remaining demons lost morale after Balzat's death and began to flee.

The village also paid a heavy price.

Nearly half of the tree houses were destroyed, many elves' corpses were scattered on the ground, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.

An atmosphere of sadness enveloped the surviving elves.

Ella's eyes swept across the faces, and finally, her gaze stopped at the base of a large tree not far away that was half burned by flames.

There, a small figure was curled up.

She was an ordinary-looking elf girl.

Her long white hair, as clean as the first snow, was disheveled, covering part of her face. Her white dress was covered in dust and bloodstains, which could not be identified whether they belonged to her or someone else.

What made Ella's heart tighten the most was her eyes.

That wasn't the look a child who had just seen their home destroyed should have.

No fear, no crying, no surviving

There is only confusion.

She just curled up there quietly, hugging her knees with her hands, burying her little face in her arms, revealing only a pair of calm green eyes.

Volame also noticed the girl.

She stood up and walked over slowly.

Perhaps it was some subtle feeling from the magician, or perhaps it was simply out of curiosity that made her make the fateful move.

She walked up to the girl and slowly squatted down: "Don't be afraid, it's okay now."

The girl still kept her head down and did not respond.

Volame hesitated for a moment, then reached out and gently brushed away the girl's messy white hair, revealing her complete little face.

It was an extremely delicate face, but now it was covered with dust.

Those emerald green eyes remained expressionless, simply gazing indifferently at Vlamé. Vlamé's heart was gently touched.

She was too familiar with this look.

A self-protective isolation after experiencing great trauma.

Just like myself back then.

"What's your name?" Volame asked gently.

The girl's long eyelashes trembled, and her green eyes finally focused on Volame's face.

She looked at Volame quietly for a few seconds, as if confirming something.

Then, a voice that was calm without any ups and downs sounded softly:
"Flillian."

This name was like a small stone, instantly causing ripples in Volame's heart.

In Volame's perception, Fulilian in front of him was undoubtedly a qualified magician.

It’s a pity that the opponent was defeated and his magic power was basically exhausted.

Fulilian's eyes were fixed on Volame's face, and her green eyes, which had just ignited a glimmer of light, were full of confusion.

She looked at Volame, the human magician who had just killed Balzac and saved the remaining villagers, and asked that question with all her strength:

"Why...why are you so strong?"

Her voice was extremely weak, yet filled with an inexplicable stubbornness.

Long before Volame and Ella arrived, Fulilian had fought against Balzac once.

But she was completely unable to stop the other party from slaughtering the villagers here.

The other party even used some means to defeat him at the critical moment. The reason why he did not kill him immediately was that he wanted him to watch with his own eyes that this village was completely destroyed from this world.

From that moment on, Fulilian's heart fell into deep despair.

It was not until the divine soldiers of Volame descended from the sky that a glimmer of hope was rekindled.

Volame was slightly startled, then revealed a frank smile.

She shook her head slightly, her eyes meeting Fulilian's. "Strong? No, Fulilian, I'm far from strong."

The confusion in Fulilian's eyes deepened.

She couldn't understand why the man who was able to kill Balzac said that he was not strong enough?
In her vision, the human magician in front of her was undoubtedly very powerful.

"Can you see it?" Looking at the clear confusion in Fulilian's eyes, Volame seemed to have suddenly thought of something and was a little surprised.

Could this girl in front of me be able to sense my magical aura?
Now Volame has begun to create magic to disguise his magical aura. Although it has just begun, he can already barely restrain some of it in his body without showing it.

But it seems that this little disguise of mine has been seen through by the white-haired elf in front of me?
Volame was not sure, so he asked tentatively.

“It’s just a hunch.”

"Intuition?" Volame muttered to himself.

The white-haired elf in front of him seemed to possess extraordinary magical talent.

Volame didn't say anything else, but just stretched out his hand. Instead of touching Fulilian's body, he spread his palm in front of him, palm facing up, as if showing some invisible power.

"Can you see it?"

"The magic power is shaking." Fulilian answered honestly.

Some of his suspicions were confirmed. Volame looked directly at Fulilian and asked, "Can you still stand up?"

Fulilian shook her head with difficulty.

This simple action seemed to have exhausted all her strength, and fine beads of cold sweat oozed from her forehead.

"I can't move." There was a sense of complete powerlessness in Fulilian's voice.

She tried to move her body, and immediately felt a piercing pain in her abdomen, which made her face even paler.

It was not until then that Volame suddenly noticed the dark red patch that was still expanding on Fulilian's white dress.

That wasn't someone else's blood at all.

Because the dark red color had not expanded before, Volame initially thought that the girl's clothes were stained with someone else's blood, but as the girl's body began to move, blood began to flow out.

Volame immediately leaned forward and asked, "Are you hurt?!"

She carefully lifted the bloodstained corner of her clothes and saw a wound on the girl's flat white belly that was so deep that the bone could be seen.

The edges of the wound were rolling and fresh blood was constantly flowing out, which was obviously caused by some powerful magical impact.

The skin around the wound was an abnormal purple-black color, and it seemed that some kind of corrosive dark magic still remained, which could not be easily suppressed even with the use of magic.

All of Fulilian's previous calmness was forced out by the double torture of this intense pain and the exhaustion of magic power.

Her body was already on the verge of collapse.

"Tsk!" Volame felt annoyed by his carelessness.

She didn't even notice the other person's serious injuries at the first time.

Without any hesitation, Volame immediately mobilized the little magic power left in his body.

She held both hands above the wound on Fulilian's abdomen, a soft white light emanating from her palms, which was the divine healing magic.

Although she was not specialized in this field, as Lord's disciple, she still knew some basic healing magic.

The warm light fell on Fulilian's wound like a substance.

The wound began to heal slowly, and the remaining dark magic was also purified bit by bit. The amount of blood flowing out was visibly reduced.

However, it is not enough.

Those corrosive dark magics cannot be completely eliminated by Volame's healing magic alone. A sufficiently powerful priest must be found to do so.

Seeing Fulilian so weak that she could barely breathe, Volame took off his relatively clean robe without hesitation and covered her with it.

Then, without saying anything, he squatted down, exerted force with his arms, and carried Fulilian on his back.

"let me go."

The pain of her body being moved made Fulilian let out a suppressed cry.

What made it even more unbearable for her was the close contact of being carried on a human's back.

The indifference and alienation in the nature of the elves, as well as the huge shock she had just experienced, made her instinctively resist the approach and contact of strange humans.

She subconsciously wanted to struggle.

"Don't move!" Volame's voice was filled with undeniable strength. "Your injuries are severe. You must receive more comprehensive treatment immediately. I will take you away."

Fulilian's struggle was extremely weak. Excessive blood loss and depleted magic power made her barely have the strength to even lift a finger.

Her resistance seemed so futile in front of Volame.

She could only lie stiffly on Volame's not-so-broad back, feeling his warm body temperature and his faint fragrance lingering on her nose.

This strange feeling made her extremely uncomfortable, and her pale cheeks even turned an abnormally red due to weakness.

Volame could clearly feel the stiffness of the body on her back, but she didn't care.

She shouted to Ella who was helping the villagers, "Sister Ella, she is seriously injured. We must take her to another place for treatment immediately."

Ella turned around when she heard the voice and saw the white-haired elf girl on Volame's back and the white bloodstains on her dress. She nodded and said, "Okay! I know there's a human city nearby. Follow me!"

Ella gave a few instructions and then led the way.

Fulilian lay on Volame's back, forced to put her cheek against the back of Volame's neck. For some reason, the discomfort in her heart slowly subsided, and was replaced by an indescribable sense of security.

In the elf girl's emerald green eyes, beneath the dead numbness, something seemed to be quietly shattering.

The resistance still exists, but a more complex emotion begins to emerge.

She slowly closed her eyes and stopped thinking about the things that were bothering her.

(End of this chapter)