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

But he always had a premonition that if he used it, he would be in big trouble.

In addition, he always had a question: why did he seal the winged lion?

I can't remember.

In that instant, he clutched his head, feeling excruciating pain.

He shook his head until he could discard some of the jumbled thoughts, only then did the pain subside. He gritted his teeth and said:

"Never mind, not using it means losing, and using it might come at a price, but it's still much better than losing the maze."

Without thinking, he pulled out another book and partially unwound the spell.

In an instant, a red eye resembling an infinity symbol blinked in the center of the cover.

The pages of the book opened by themselves without any wind. I tried to turn the page, but Hissl pressed it down on my hand.

He hissed:

"Listen up, Winged Lion, I am your master."

"If you don't want to be sealed here forever by those elves, you must help me defeat them!"

Upon hearing this, the winged lion inside the book laughed.

It gently shook its head, loosening its grip on the seal, thinking to itself, "The plan is going smoothly."

The canary arrived here according to his plan and confronted Heathl. The living painting was a gift he had specially given to the canary.

Without doing this, we'll never catch up with Ronan's progress, nor will we be able to get Heathrow to take the initiative.

In addition, Ronan and his group's presence successfully ignited Hissl's will to survive.

Because he didn't want to die, he released his seal.

Hisl completely forgot that the reason he sealed himself away back then was because he discovered the truth that he would devour his desires.

And this matter was gradually altered in its dreams over the years, causing it to be forgotten.

"pity…"

The winged lion felt a pang of regret; one thing had always bothered it: it had failed to seduce Leos.

If Ronan's control over the team is weaker, then Leos, Farin, and Maruhiel will all be separated from him.

Without his protection, he could devour the desires of both Leos and Marcusir, which would be the perfect plan.

But Ronan's decisiveness ruined it.

Thinking of this, the winged lion looked up at the sky, its eyes flickered slightly, and sighed:

"What remarkable humans! However, I am still one step ahead."

It pondered, knowing that everything would be revealed tonight.

Because, based on the speed of flight, the moment Hissl sees the werewolf will be the moment his seal is completely broken.

When Ronan appears, he will inevitably have to fight a big battle with Black Panther.

Don't be overconfident; make some preparations first.

……

"Eggs of the Flame Dragon, eggs of the Green Dragon... Hmm, why aren't there any eggs of the Black Dragon? Is it because Black Dragons don't exist in this world?"

Ronan counted the dragon eggs in front of him and asked the question from the bottom of his heart.

Just now, they wiped out almost all the dragon nests in this area.

Although all the living dragons were gone, probably because they didn't have time to evacuate, the dragon eggs were still there.

Upon hearing this, Celia frowned slightly. A black dragon? If she remembered correctly, her world should have one, but it was completely devoid of intelligence.

Besides, it's all dark and not very attractive; only boys like it.

Ironically, none of her disciples were male.

What do you need it for?

Thinking of this, Celia gently shook her head and said:

"It doesn't matter whether the Black Dragon exists or not, having these is enough."

"Let's put it away for now. But speaking of which, how are you going to take this Eastern dragon out? It's way too big."

An adult Eastern dragon is a full 100 meters long, and when it coils in the sky, it resembles a mountain peak, making it impossible for anyone to ignore.

She could already imagine flying out and being "admired" by thousands.

Ronan nodded, putting away the dragon egg as he spoke, saying nonchalantly:

"Indeed, but we have magic; we can simply shrink it."

The magic in the outside world is too thin, making it harder for larger monsters to survive.

Ronan had no intention of staying here long and planned to return once he had accomplished his purpose or satisfied Celia.

Just then, the Eastern Dragon suddenly cried out, as if asking when it could be assigned a female dragon.

Whenever I see these dragon eggs, I feel an irresistible urge.

Celia couldn't help but glance at it, and then she understood how Ronan had managed to subdue it.

Beauty…

Ronan's gone astray too, no, everyone's been holding back, even the dragons' spirits have been affected by the maze...

With a sigh, Ronan interrupted Dongfang Long and led everyone away from the lair, saying at the same time:

"Next, we'll go to the second-to-last floor, which is the seventh floor."

"Mircyr, those monsters you mentioned before should be visible there, right?"

Perhaps even Milsilr wasn't sure, but since the white dragon had appeared, the other one should be coming soon.

This answer was followed by riding a blue dragon and soaring through the clouds.

Ahead, a dragon's roar was heard, and Freych's familiar captured this scene.

With just a glance back, a sonic boom exploded in his ears, shattering the familiar into pieces that crashed to the ground.

"hiss…"

Frederick's face immediately lost all color.

She clutched her chest; it hurt, it hurt so much. Everything the familiar had experienced was being reflected back onto her.

She could hardly believe what she was seeing, but pain doesn't lie, and in an instant...

"Oh no, Captain!"

She cried out in pain, feeling as if the sky was about to fall.

The senior actually found a dragon to ride with, and it's a legendary Eastern dragon at that... This is really too much of a bullying for the elves.

Fighting two groups of people, one still using brass knuckles, the other having already equipped themselves with an antimatter cannon, it was practically indistinguishable.

She recounted everything the familiar had just witnessed in a frustrated and disbelief-filled tone.

Mislen, who was resting in Lysion's arms and had just regained her magic, suddenly opened her eyes upon hearing this.

An indescribable solemnity flashed in his dark eyes.

A feeling of giving up arose spontaneously.

However, eliminating demons is their mission, and even knowing it means certain death, they have no choice but to go.

Mislen lowered her eyes:

"At this point, we have no other choice but to continue."

"Remember, we canaries carry the future of hundreds of millions of races on our shoulders."

"Unless we are all sacrificed, we will fight the demon to the very end, even if we only have a last bit of magic left."

Upon hearing this, everyone thought that this was the only way.

At this moment, Milsilr sent a secret report, which Mislen received but chose to ignore.

The low air pressure slowed the march considerably.

But just then, Frederick suddenly heard a voice.

"Wait a minute, Captain, things seem to be taking a turn for the better!"

The ghost whispered in his ear. At first, Freich thought it was a hallucination caused by the backlash from the death of his familiar.

But as she listened, her eyes gradually brightened, and she quickly said:

“A ghost said it could take us to the Golden Land, the place where the Mad Mage settled the descendants of the Golden Kingdom.”

"He will definitely show himself as soon as we appear!"

Upon hearing this, Mislen couldn't help but shift his gaze.

A ghost? Could it be a trick of the devil?

But it must be admitted that this is indeed a rare turning point, and it is no exaggeration to say that it is a timely help.

After considering it for a while, Mislen felt that her magic had recovered somewhat, so she agreed to the ghost's suggestion.

Then, everyone felt as if they were trapped in a swamp, and they fell directly into the ground.

At the same time, the Winged Lion watched as the Canary and his group disappeared from the spot and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Ronan's sudden acceleration startled it, but luckily it had a backup plan.

"Even without the Winged Sword, the goal of defeating the Berserker remains the same."

“Golden Land is plagued by the problem of immortality, Heathl, don’t blame me.”

The ghost was originally something the Winged Lion had prepared for Leos.

As long as Leos possesses the winged sword adorned with a lion's head and witnesses the suffering of the Golden City, he will inevitably set his sights on becoming king.

However, giving the ghost to the canary now wouldn't be bad either.

Noticing that Hissl suddenly turned and headed towards the Golden City, the Winged Lion lowered its body again.