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

They were able to move so quickly thanks to Ronan and his team clearing out all the monsters along the way.

Even so, Mislen had exhausted all her magic power after this operation.

Lysian quickly pulled him into his arms.

……

"Phew, it's finally done."

Inside the cave, Senxi wiped the sweat from his forehead, thinking to himself that this meal was really hard to prepare.

Because this was something Ronan had been looking forward to for a long time, he had to make it 100% perfect.

Fortunately, the final result was still considered a success.

Looking at the remaining white dragon bones, Senxi put them into the bag.

At the same time, he carefully wrote down the cooking method on a piece of paper, intending to give it to Ronan as well.

At that moment, his gaze fell upon the white dragon egg not far away, and he suddenly remembered what Ronan had said.

"Well…"

I vaguely remember Ronan saying that it's okay to cook one, as long as it's not an embryo.

After thinking for a moment, Senxi finally stepped forward and carefully examined the area.

Through the dim light, one of the three eggs could be seen gently wriggling, clearly indicating that it had already shown signs of life.

As for the other two eggs, Senxi sighed:

"...The reproduction of dragons is indeed not so easy; one of them is already dead."

So he moved the dead egg away, broke the last one, caught the yolk, and prepared to make a dessert.

When the two returned from their stroll, everything was ready.

……

"Not bad, I didn't expect the process of making white dragon soup to be like this. Elves are indeed knowledgeable."

As Ronan sipped his soup, he glanced at the recipe that Senshi had given him and nodded inwardly.

The recipe lists many ingredients that can be stewed with pork bones.

These ingredients may seem to have only one function, some replenishing magic power and others replenishing physical strength, but they can complement the white dragon bone marrow very well.

Adding all of them together has an effect similar to the "Ten-Ingredient Tonic Soup".

That's why Celia's face quietly turned red.

She exhaled a puff of white breath, intending to drink it slowly, because the soup seemed to have that kind of effect.

However, she couldn't resist how delicious it was, and before she knew it, she had finished it all.

After drinking it, she felt an urge to take a cold shower or lie in the snow.

"Hmm?" Ronan noticed this scene and thought to himself that the soup was too effective.

It's no wonder those prisoners developed it; it's effective against both men and women, so they deserve to be locked up.

After thinking for a moment, Ronan put down his bowl and asked:

"Do you need to rest for a while? Or perhaps take a shower to calm down?"

Celia nodded, and after the barrier unfolded, she lay down in the cold water pool.

The cold touch gradually calmed her down, and the blush on her face finally faded.

At that moment, she suddenly realized a problem—why was Ronan unaffected?

Is it due to individual differences, or is it because of personal desires?

"So... in the end, it's because I want to completely possess him...?"

"A maze can indeed amplify a person's desires."

"Clearly..."

She had previously had very little interest in this matter.

It's all the devil's fault.

I let out a breath, barely managing to suppress the jumbled thoughts in my mind.

After calming down completely, I got up, dried myself off, got dressed, and went outside.

He glanced at Ronan, and then saw that the snowflakes outside the cave were gradually getting heavier.

Although the howling snow was coming towards us, visibility was still relatively high and it did not affect our subsequent actions.

Celia took the dessert Ronan offered her, discovered it was a soufflé, took a bite, and said helplessly:

"Is there only one dragon egg left?"

Ronan glanced at him and nodded: "Yes, isn't that enough?"

"Of course not. Don't forget, I have other disciples."

Celia didn't want to be the kind of biased mentor, after all, birthdays weren't just for Volamere.

She just remembered.

Ronan thought for a moment and said, "Indeed, let's continue the search. There are still quite a few dragons along the way."

"But, is Bai Long alright?"

“It’s alright.” Celia waved her hand. “As long as it’s a dragon, it’s fine. The dragons in this world are much better than those in my world.”

"It can be used as a dish or kept as a pet... Speaking of which, there's a kind of creature called the Eastern Dragon, I wonder if you remember it?"

"They say you're from the East, and I think that suits you well."

"If only we could find it."

"Eastern Dragon?" Leos's eyes lit up.

It was a dragon that could summon wind and rain, recorded only in legends, unlike the large lizards that roam the world.

The Eastern Dragon has no wings; it can fly in the sky using only its claws and body, something he had only ever seen in storybooks before.

Could it exist here as well?

Ronan didn't know, but after listening to Leos's explanation, he thought about it and the idea of ​​giving it a try arose in his mind.

The image looked familiar; unsurprisingly, it was what he believed to be the real dragon.

Even if all else fails, it's good to see it.

"Let's go. Whether it's true or not, we'll only know once we reach the bottom of the maze."

After saying this, the group walked out of the cave and disappeared into the vast snowstorm.

……

On the eighth floor of the maze, as soon as Hisl returned home, he found the book that sealed the winged lion.

However, the moment he picked up the book, he realized that he seemed to have forgotten something.

He shook his head, not thinking much about it, and quickly used his familiar to spy on the current positions of the two groups of people.

When he saw that Mislen and her group were in the lead, a look of joy immediately appeared on his face:

"It came to me without any effort at all."

With a cold laugh, he manipulated the monsters and the weather, attempting to further hinder Ronan's progress.

They then mounted the dragon and headed towards Mithren's location.

So Ronan hadn't gone far when he was attacked again.

The roaring floodwaters rushed in swiftly, and the snow melted away rapidly.

A dragon whale, several kilometers long, was faintly visible in the floodwaters.

In the sky, a green dragon was circling, accompanied by thunder and lightning, emanating a suffocating pressure.

Before anyone could figure out what was happening, they were instantly surrounded by danger.

As the shadow drew near, Leos snapped back to reality and screamed, his voice ripped apart by thunder:

"Ah! It's Leviathan! And the Eastern Dragon... Senior!"

He didn't have time to say anything about running away.

Because both of these are undoubtedly mythical creatures, beings that humans absolutely cannot defeat.

Ronan narrowed his eyes, thinking to himself that Heath shouldn't be too cooperative.

So be it.

He accepted the gift.

Chapter 159: Subduing the Eastern Dragon and Naming it; Entering the Seventh Level, the Two-Horned Beast and the Unicorn

In the blink of an eye, Ronan had already teleported everyone to high altitude.

The rocky ground beneath his feet suddenly transformed into ethereal clouds. Before Leos could react, the scene before him changed abruptly.

Then, he looked at Ronan with a surprised expression.

Before he could ask what was going on...

"Boom—!"

A deafening roar tore through the sky, and a bolt of purple lightning, like divine punishment, crashed down onto the water with earth-shattering force.

In an instant, towering waves surged into the sky, and white spray instantly engulfed everything on the ground.

Leios was startled by this sudden sight.

Marcusil finally reacted, letting out a short exclamation: "Huh?"

Ronan drew his sword, completely oblivious to the others' sluggish reaction.

The flood lasted only a few seconds from its appearance to its submersion, not even enough time for anyone to identify the two creatures in front of them.