Erii: A Journey Through the Heavens Begins with Frilian

The next second, a syringe appeared out of thin air in Erii's hand, the medicine inside resembling a galaxy shimmering with starlight.

She paused, then expressionlessly inserted the needle into her forearm and injected the medicine into her body.

As the ultimate weapon carefully protected and closely guarded by the Snake Clan, Erii's power is beyond doubt, but her exceptionally high bloodline also makes her extremely unstable.

At home, he must regularly inject serum extracted from Deadpool embryos to stabilize himself and avoid going out of control and turning on his life.

It is precisely because of her high and unstable bloodline that Erii almost never speaks. After all, her language is no different from the Dragon script, and if one is not careful, her words can be used to kill.

"Well……"

A low whimper escaped her throat.

hum-

Invisible ripples spread, and the power of words released instinctively swept across.

Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha!

Everything that touched the grass and trees was shattered into pieces, and within a kilometer, wood chips and grass scraps were swept up by the wind and flew everywhere.

Erii's eyes ignited with a flame-like golden light, flickering and swaying before settling into a stable, solid state, her pupils appearing as if cast from gilded gold.

At this point, the dragon blood that had been surging within him was plunged into an unprecedented state of tranquility.

The medicine worked immediately; she felt relaxed all over, and the discomfort and mania she had had since childhood vanished. The burden on her organs caused by the backlash from the dragon blood also disappeared.

The key is that the control over the power of words has reached an unprecedented level, so there is no need to worry about going berserk and out of control on a non-subjective level!

At that moment, Erii realized that she was no longer a flammable and explosive dangerous item!

At that moment, a genuine and pure joy burst forth in her heart, and she thought that she no longer had to worry about the future while traveling.

With no worries about the future, she couldn't help but feel boundless anticipation and curiosity about the world before her.

Was Frilian's death a tragedy?

Is it an anime?

It's a pity I haven't seen it.

In comparison, Erii is more familiar with classic works such as Naruto, One Piece, Bleach, Pokémon, and Fairy Tail, and of course, she is also quite knowledgeable about some relatively niche gems.

But she wasn't disappointed; the unknown journey is full of surprises!

"roar--"

Suddenly, a wild roar erupted from the forest.

As the tall trees shook violently, several men dressed in coarse linen clothes rushed into Erii's field of vision in a panic.

Armed with machetes and axes, and carrying baskets of herbs and wood, they were filled with fear and a moment of astonishment when they saw Erii's painting style from afar, which was completely out of place with their own.

"roar!!!"

Behind them, trees snapped, and a huge brown bear burst out of the shadows where branches intertwined.

This is no ordinary brown bear.

Because an ordinary brown bear cannot stand six or seven meters tall, nor can it have two pairs of eyes or emit a dark blue aura.

Fresh blood flowed from its mouth, and a human leg dangled between its opening and closing teeth.

"Run!"

A man shouted at Erii.

On a desolate hillside, a cool-looking girl dressed like a priestess stood blankly, holding a long sword. Seeing this dreamlike scene, the man truly felt that the girl was some kind of demon in disguise.

Even though he could catch a glimpse of her innocent-looking face and eyes, the man still spoke up to remind her.

Erii remained motionless, her slightly widened eyes staring in astonishment at the Bloodthirsty Demon Bear.

"Is she a silly girl?!"

The man, in a fit of anger, started cursing and tried to grab Erii's arm.

The demonic bear changed its hunting target, pouncing on Erii, who was clearly more tender and delicious.

Click~

Erii drew her long sword with one hand, her thumb snapping against the scabbard.

hum-

An unseen realm unfolds, the power of judgment is bestowed upon the blade, and through this medium, the order to certain death is issued.

Words of Power: Judgment!

A silver blade of light traced an arc, slashing out from a distance.

It was described so casually, like a child waving a toy.

Before the man could even touch Erii, he felt something brush against him, and the next second he heard a terrifying sound of flesh and bone being torn apart behind him.

His pupils dilated rapidly, and when he looked back, he saw the leaping demonic bear shatter in mid-air.

Whether it was tough flesh or hard bones, everything was smoothly cut by some invisible blade, and large chunks of the corpse were meticulously dismembered, turning into scattered pieces of flesh and bone in the blink of an eye.

This is not a simple cut, but the touch of death!

Sequence 111 Word of Power: Judgment, also known as Conviction, is a high-risk Word of Power that even hybrids and dragons fear. It is a perfect combination of the five elements in pure killing and the most cruel judgment of a king against a disobedient.

The so-called cutting is just one of the concrete manifestations of killing the enemy.

Its essence is to "issue a death order", forcibly depriving targets within the area of ​​life, and the resulting injuries cannot heal until the target is completely annihilated.

huh~~~

As life faded, the demonic bear's corpse transformed into magical particles, dissipating with the wind.

Click.

Sheathed the sword.

Hearing the crisp sound, the group of men snapped out of their daze and stared at Erii in disbelief.

"I'm saved, thank you so much," the man said, a hint of awe in his eyes. "You're a magician, aren't you?"

Erii listened silently, without saying a word.

A magician?

So this is a magical world!

Her eyes lit up, and her heart began to flutter.

The man told Erii that they were villagers from a village at the foot of the mountain. They ventured deep into the forest to pick herbs that could be sold for a high price, but they were unlucky enough to encounter the monster Four-Eyed Bear Demon.

To repay their life-saving kindness, they sincerely invited Erii to visit their village.

Erii remained silent but nodded in acceptance.

This was the first time she had been treated so warmly by a stranger, and she felt a mix of nervousness, hope, and a touch of happiness.

The key point is that when they saw their own trial filled with death and bloodshed, they showed not the slightest alienation or fear! On the contrary, they looked at it with respect and worship?

So, Erii, carrying a bag and a knife, followed along down the mountain, curiously looking around as she earnestly experienced the unprecedented atmosphere of freedom.

squeak~

The wooden clogs made a soft sound as they stepped on the grass, the supple texture of the soil reaching the soles of her feet. A few drops of dew soaked the white socks covering her toes, and the cool touch made Erii's fingertips tremble.

The villagers' enthusiastic laughter filled her ears as they introduced her to the village's local specialties and delicacies, and asked her where she came from and where she was going.

It wasn't the sympathy, concern, or even pity of an older brother, nor the cautiousness, fear, or rejection of a subordinate; it was simply a normal conversation between people.

As shards of sunlight, cut through by the lush foliage, fell onto her pupils, Erii suddenly felt a surge of emotion and wanted to cry.

For the first time, she felt as if she had touched the world.

……

Halfway up the mountain.

Two figures looked down at the back of the person walking through the woods.

"Ms. Frillie, how did that girl manage that?"

A slightly plump girl in a white dress and black robe had long, lavender-purple hair flowing down her back, and her flower-like purple eyes gleamed with a thoughtful light.

Beside her was a round-faced elf named Frilian, whose silver-white hair, tied in twin ponytails, danced in the wind.

"She has no magic power, and there was no magical fluctuation when she killed the monster."

Frillie's tone remained as calm as ever, but Philon, who had been with her day and night, could detect the doubt and curiosity in her teacher's words.

"That's exactly what I don't understand. Her knife is like a magic staff, it can move from a distance..." Philon frowned, she really couldn't figure out the principle behind it.

"We'll find out when we get there," Frillie said, gazing into the distance at the village at the foot of the mountain where smoke was rising from the chimneys. "Perfect timing, we're going there too."