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

Unless Leos is truly capable of defeating the berserk mage, living peacefully with his sister is the best option.

The maze is too deep; if you're consumed by desire and become a useless person, it will be too late.

Black Panther was silent for a moment, then sighed softly. What a decisive human.

In fact, it would have done the same thing.

Seeing that the situation was beyond repair, Black Panther gave Ronan a deep look, then transformed into a wisp of black mist and returned to the book.

Seeing the black panther disappear, Ronan returned to his original spot.

Then, when questioned by Leos, he bluntly admitted that he had destroyed the lion's head.

"Huh?!" Leos didn't move, but Farin was the first to open her eyes wide.

"How could this be?"

She blurted out those words instinctively, but then covered her mouth.

If anyone should be questioning someone, it shouldn't be her, even though she was very puzzled as to why her senior would do such a thing.

Serie then remembered something.

She raised an eyebrow at Ronan and couldn't help but ask:

"Is this a conspiracy by the devil?"

Ronan nodded without saying a word, everything was understood without being spoken.

……

"Brother, why aren't you angry at all?"

On the way to the fifth floor, Farin looked at her nonchalant brother, filled with doubt, and couldn't help but ask:

"That's the land of gold! With it, you should be able to realize your dream, right?"

dream?

Leos stopped, sighed, and caught up with the group.

His thoughts were somewhat complicated. Gazing at the backs of the people in front of him, he slowly spoke:

There's no need to be angry.

"Sister, you should be well aware of my strength and abilities. I am self-aware."

"I've been on the island for two years and haven't accomplished almost anything."

"How could someone like me possibly defeat the Berserker and become the ruler of the Golden Kingdom?"

"Perhaps, as my senior said, this is a devil's conspiracy."

He glanced at Farin and then asked, "But what is a demon? Do you know, little sister?"

Farin remained silent, unaware that although Marcusil was researching this subject, the truth was buried by the elves.

Ahead, two elves heard Leos's question.

After receiving a signal from Ronan, they slowed down and approached Leos and Farin, explaining in a low voice.

Upon learning that demons feed on human desires, both Farin and Leos frowned.

Farin glanced at Leos and asked with some concern:

"So, is my brother being targeted by a demon?"

"What should I do, brother? Why is it targeting you?"

Leos didn't know either, but he felt a little heavy-hearted. At first, he thought it was a special monster, but it turned out to be... a cannibalistic desire.

Why didn't you say something like this from the beginning?

"The matter of the demon is a secret, a very important matter. I'm only telling you this because you've joined the game."

"It has set its sights on adventurers for only one reason: desire. Leos Tudin, you have quite the ambition."

Heathwhisper said with a smile, but her eyes held a scrutinizing gaze as she looked at Farin.

“Miss Farine, you don’t need to worry too much, because the master is here.”

"As long as you stay firm in your beliefs and don't succumb to the temptations of evil, you'll be fine."

Although she knew that this was actually very difficult to do.

Farin couldn't help but ask, "Just the older brother?"

She had no idea her brother was ambitious; it all happened so suddenly.

Hissworth shook her head: "Who knows?"

Her gaze inadvertently drifted to Ronan; based on information of dubious veracity, her master seemed to have had contact with a demon.

I hope this isn't true...

……

Just as Ronan and his companions arrived at the fifth level, the Berserker was riding a dragon, fleeing in panic towards the depths of the maze.

The scene of Bai Long being instantly killed was too terrifying, filling him with fear, and he didn't want to stay on the fifth floor for even a moment longer.

He nervously bit his nails, his face grim, and muttered under his breath:

"Damn it, is that guy an assassin too? How come he's so strong? Winged Lion, did you do this too?"

"No, I can't confront him head-on, for His Majesty's sake..."

As he fled, he manipulated the spatial structure of the maze to escape further.

At the same time, he controlled his familiars to monitor Ronan and the others' movements from afar.

However, at that moment, the familiar he had placed on the fourth floor suddenly saw a familiar figure—the werewolf.

Suddenly, with a "snap," the berserk mage bit off his own fingernail.

Instinct compelled him to return and kill the werewolf, but after thinking it over, he refrained.

"No, let's wait until they reach the sixth floor. The sixth floor is my territory, and the shapeshifting monster should give them a run for their money."

A "transformation monster" is a creature that can recreate the appearance of its teammates based on the memories of others.

Generally speaking, it has little offensive power and can only devour the real body while others are sleeping, making it very passive.

But with your own intervention, things are different.

It seems that the tall man is very fond of his elven companion, with so many transformations... Heathl doesn't believe Ronan could bring himself to do it.

At the same time, the more people there are, the more chaotic their emotions will become, which should effectively slow them down, thus giving you an opportunity to take down the werewolves.

"Take back the interest first, you wretched invaders."

Hissl gritted his teeth and made up his mind, then ordered the dragons to retreat to the sixth and seventh levels.

He could no longer make unnecessary sacrifices; he needed to preserve his strength and wait for the right opportunity.

……

When Ronan arrived at the fifth floor, he was greeted by a silent and eerie scene.

The ground was littered with severed limbs, which were disappearing as something gnawed at them.

According to Milsilr, those creatures are called Maze Cleaners.

They are like worms, digesting everything that is considered garbage and transforming it into magic to fill the labyrinth.

Ronan nodded; it seemed the maze wasn't entirely safe either. Soon, as the bloodstains and limbs disappeared, he moved forward.

Before long, they arrived at the area where Zong En had gone to the sixth floor.

"Is this the place?"

I glanced at the map and saw a thick wall in front of me. I reached out and touched it; the space was overlapping, and the wall was about two thousand meters thick.

For an ordinary person, encountering such an obstacle would be impossible to overcome; they would have to find another way.

Fortunately, he is extraordinary.

"Get out of the way."

Ronan gestured for everyone to step back, then drew his sword, the Hero's Sword.

With a single swing of the sword, a thunderous boom echoed as the two-thousand-meter-long wall vanished, revealing its true form—a winding passage leading downwards.

As I stepped forward, the surrounding air felt somewhat scorching.

"Let's go."

He wasn't sure where the heat came from, but he didn't care and had no intention of lingering there.

The most important thing is for the white dragon to wait until the sixth level to eat, find its child, and give it as a gift to Volame.

They entered the passage, and the group followed. As they went deeper, the temperature rose, and Ronan cast a temperature-regulating spell.

In an instant, the unbearable burning sensation disappeared, as if I had stepped out of a sauna, and even my mood became much lighter.

Farin walked behind, clutching her chest and letting out a long breath.

She was impressed by the sheer number of magics her senior knew, but then the thought of demons weighed heavily on her mind.

They didn't know when the demon would appear and tempt them.

The sixth floor shouldn't be too dangerous, right...?

……

It turns out that what people fear most is what is most likely to happen.

As soon as Ronan and his companions entered the passage, they were attacked by a group of minotaurs.

The real minotaur is scientifically known as the Minotaur.

They hid on both sides of the passage, some holding axes, some holding sticks, completely naked, and their cries were loud.

Because of their obvious physiological characteristics, Ronan could easily determine whether a animal was male or female.

Leos exclaimed in surprise that the female Minotaur really did have two pairs of nipples.

However, before he could even take a closer look, he realized that...