Frilian: Starting with Wind Spirit and Moon Shadow, Playing Through the Heavens

"It was Guy who told you in advance that I was coming, wasn't it?"

"I knew it, that's why I hate you. I'm the one who loves Qi Yi the most, while he only thinks about you."

"..." Upon hearing this, Leon's originally serious expression instantly turned black.

What is this woman saying? Is this the right time to talk about these things?

Yes, he knew that Qi Yi had no gender; she could be male or female, which was why she fell in love with him, a man who was almost like a woman.

Guy has stated more than once that he wants to sleep with her.

But are these things things that can be said in front of outsiders?

He gripped the thin sword tightly in his hand.

Seeing Kunoana's slightly probing gaze directed at him, Leon felt a wave of embarrassment.

He snorted coldly:

"Nonsense, Velusad! What do you want by trespassing on my territory?"

"Have you forgotten the agreement between the Demon Kings?"

“I’m not the Demon King. You should explain this to Guy, but unfortunately, he can’t stop me.”

Velusad chuckled, his laughter tinged with sarcasm.

After laughing, she extended her slender finger, pointed at Leon, and slowly said:

"I just don't like you and wanted to teach you a lesson."

"And I want to know, what exactly happened while Frey was staying with you?"

"Why would you, as the Demon King, associate with a hero, and what about this progenitor of yellow...?"

"If I remember correctly, she's been sealed here for thousands of years, right, Leon? You successfully subdued her? And even performed the flesh-receiving ritual..."

"Okay, really okay."

Everything that happened to Leon brought great surprises to the White Ice Dragon.

If Frey's affair hadn't been exposed, she wouldn't have known that Golden Country was so lively.

Leon's expression darkened slightly.

At this point, Carrera said with dissatisfaction:

"Hey, what have you been babbling about since just now? He's not my master."

“Your name is Verusad, right? Let me tell you, I have a name. I’m not called Yellow Progenitor, I’m called Carella.”

"Remember this name."

"How dare you insult my master! Have you thought about how you're going to die?"

A silence fell over the air. Hearing Carrera's threat, the White Ice Dragon suddenly laughed.

Interesting, I didn't expect them to even give it a name.

Although it is unclear who Carrera's master is, judging from the location where she appeared, she must be the one who gave Frey her power.

The appearance of those demon kings has already explained everything.

"very good."

After a brief negotiation, Bai Binglong gained a general understanding of the current situation.

She smiled, with an air of composure, and nodded, saying:

"Come at me all at once. I'll take care of you as soon as possible, and that will also allow me to see who's behind you."

“Since you’re unwilling to talk about it, Leon, don’t blame me. I believe Guy will understand.”

Upon hearing this, seeing the other person's relaxed and carefree demeanor, as if she were scolding a child, Carrera could no longer hold back.

Boom—!

With a single charge, her figure transformed into a golden lightning bolt, instantly blasting the white ice dragon dozens of kilometers away.

The enormous impact caused water to surge up to tens of meters high on the sea surface, surging and turbulent like a tsunami, with splashing waves and a misty spray.

However, as the splashing water gradually subsided, what came into everyone's view was Bai Binglong calmly holding back with a single finger.

Her clothes were spotless, not a drop of water wet, as if all matter was deliberately avoiding her.

Having mastered the art of patience, her defenses are solidified, making it difficult for any attack of equal strength to even scratch her.

In other words, in front of the current White Ice Dragon, even an attack capable of shattering the sun would be no different from a tickle.

That's why she's so confident.

And this is just one of her many abilities.

……

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The dense clanging of metal echoed continuously within the ruins.

Frillie put down her comic book, stretched, and felt a little tired.

She glanced at the time and realized that five hours had passed since the forging began.

It's almost here. Creating something from nothing is the most difficult thing, but rebuilding is different.

Judging from the process the King of Inquiry told her, it was probably already in the final stage.

Just then, Ronan returned…

Frillie's gaze shifted.

He nodded slightly.

It's time to welcome the birth of a mythical weapon.

……

"How is the situation?"

Ronan walked over to Celia and glanced at Frillie, who was lazily stretching and relaxing not far away.

He then turned his gaze back to Celia and asked her a question.

At this moment, Celia was sitting cross-legged on the clean rocky ground.

Due to long-standing habits, she still doesn't like wearing shoes, even now.

So when Ronan asked the question, she was fiddling with the golem while unconsciously wiggling her tiny feet.

Upon hearing Ronan's voice, Celia paused, slowly raised her head, and asked softly:

Which aspect are you asking about?

"If you're asking about the Sword of the Warrior, I can only say it will take some more time."

So far, everything has gone smoothly, and no unexpected situations have arisen.

"If you're asking about these golems..." Celia looked down at the object in her hand, then gently shook her head.

"Their structures are completely different from what I am familiar with, but fortunately the basic physical framework is the same."

"It can be used with a little modification."

Although they are different, the principle by which firearms shoot bullets is the same.

One is driven by magic, the other by magic essence.

She has both.

Ronan nodded, and when he arrived at Frilian's side, Frilian didn't delay and immediately told him the conclusion she had just reached, and asked about the surrounding environment.

Ronan went out not only to check for risks, but also to see if there were any rooms he had missed, such as locked rooms.

I gave a brief answer, and although I gained something, it wasn't much. Then I heard the blacksmith's shouts coming from the forging room.

"quick!"

The voice was short and urgent. Ronan, without saying a word, immediately led Frillie through the door.

boom--

A wave of intense heat rushed towards us, distorting and deforming the air in front of us.

Frillie frowned slightly, and fine beads of sweat instantly appeared on her forehead. She thought to herself that the inside and outside worlds were completely different.

Fortunately, she adapted to it quickly.

Walking up to the furnace, Frillie used the probability operation she had prepared beforehand.

Followed by.

Wow.

The red-hot sword blade emitted a dazzling light and then quickly cooled down.

The radiant light formed from pure magic caused Ronan to squint slightly.

"The Golden Legend?"

"He's got something."

The light vanished as quickly as a shooting star.

The dwarf blacksmith stood aside, looking at the mythical weapon he had personally forged, and the shock he felt was indescribable.

"It succeeded? It actually succeeded?"

He kept asking himself these questions, feeling that no amount of words could express the excitement he felt at that moment.

After carefully examining the sword of the hero and confirming that there were no flaws, he solemnly turned around and respectfully handed it to Ronan.

Ronan took it and waved it gently.

Swish.

It's very light and very sharp.

Then, he tried flicking his finger.